To the tables down at Mory's
To the place where Louis dwells
To the dear old Temple bar

We love so well

Sing the Whiffenpoofs $$#embled

With their glasses raised on high
And the magic of their singing
Casts a spell


Yes, the magic of their singing
Of the songs we love so well

Shall I Wasting and Mavourneen
And the rest


We will serenade our Louis
While life and voice shall last
Then we'll pass and be

Forgotten with the rest

We're poor little lambs

Who have lost, lost their way
Singing baa, singing baa
Singing baa


We're little, little black sheep
Who have gone, gone astray

Singing baa, baa, baa

Gentlemen songsters off on a spree

Doomed from here til eternity
Lord, have mercy on such, such as we
Baa, oh, baa, one more baa


We're poor little cats
Who lost, lost their way

Singing baa, baa, baa

We're little black sheep

Who have gone, gone astray
Yeah, singing baa, oh, one more baa


Gentlemen songsters off on a spree
You're doomed from here til eternity
Oh, Lord, have mercy

On such, such as we
Oh, baa, baa, baa, baa


Gentlemen songsters off on a spree
Yes, we're doomed
Doomed from here til eternity

Oh, Lord, you better have mercy
On such, such as me


Singing baa, baa, baa
Singing baa, baa, baa
Singing baa, oh, baa

Baa, baa, baa, baa