The Whiffenpoof Song Songtext
von Perry Como

Move the tables down at Mory′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 its spell


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 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
Gentleman songsters off on a spree
Doomed from here to eternity
Lord have mercy on such as we
Baa, baa, baa