The Whiffenpoof Song

[Verse 1]
To the tables down at Morey's
To the place where Louie dwells
To the dear old Temple Square we love so well
Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled
With their voices raised on high
And the magic of their singing casts its spell

[Verse 2]
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 Louie
While life and voice shall last
Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest

[Bridge]
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

[Outro]
Gentlemen songsters off on a spree
Doomed from here to eternity
Lord, have mercy on such as we
Baa, baa, baa, baa
Baa