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