The Whiffenpoof Song Lyrics - Perry Como

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 

Yes, the magic of their singing, 

Of the songs we love so well, 

Shall l wasting and Mavourneen and the rest, 

We will serenade our Louis! (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) Doomed from here to eternity 

(Lord) Lord, have mercy on such as we 

Baa Baa Baa!