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!

• Accentuate The Positive
• Almost Like Being in Love
• Begin The Beguine
• Between The Devil & The Deep Blue Sea
• Birth of The Blues
• Come Rain or Come Shine
• Gypsy in My Soul
• I May Be Wrong
• It Could Happen to You
• It Had to Be You
• Like Someone in Love
• Little Man You've Had a Busy Day
• Love Letters
• Red Sails in The Sunset
• Twilight on The Trail
• Vaya Con Dios
• We Get Letters
• When I Fall in Love
• Whiffenpoof Song
• You Are Never Far Away from Me
• You Made Me Love You