The whiffenpoof song

To the tables down at Morey's

To the place where Louis dwells

To the dear old temple bar we love so well

Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled

With their glasses raised on high

And the magic of their singing cast it's spell

We will serenade our Louis

While life and voice shall last

Then we'll pass and be forgotten like the rest

We're poor little lambs

Who have lost our way

Baa Baa Baa

We're little black sheep

Who have gone astray

Baa Baa Baa

Gentlemen songsters off on a spree

Doomed from here to eternity

Lord have mercy on such as we

Baa Baa Baa

We're poor little lambs

Who have lost our way

Baa Baa Baa

We're little black sheep

Who have gone astray

Baa Baa Baa

Gentlemen songsters off on a spree

Doomed from here to eternity

Lord have mercy on such as we

Baa Baa Baa