Perry Como — The Whiffenpoof Song

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! With George S. Pomeroy, 1909, 1936