THE WHIFFENPOOF SONG (words Meade Minnegerode; tune attributed to Tod Galloway)
To 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 casts 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 While life and voice shall last

Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest.


We are poor little lambs Who have lost our way.

 Baa! Baa! Baa!

 We are little black sheep Who have gone astray.

 Baa! Baa! Baa!


Gentlemen songsters off on a spree

Damned from here to eternity

 God have mercy on such as we.

 Baa! Baa! Baa!