E7     A              F#7             D          Bm7-5   E7
To the tables down at Mory's, to the place where Louis dwells,

       D9       Bm7-5  E7              A    E?   E7
To the dear old Temple bar we love so well,

          A              F#7                 D       Bm7-5    E7
Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled, with their glasses raised on high,

          D9           Bm7-5     E7     A    E?   E7
And the magic of their singing casts a spell.


E7        A              F#7             D     Bm7-5     E7
Yes, the magic of their singing of the songs we love so well,

         D9      Bm7-5    E7                A    
"Shall I Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and the rest;

E7      A             A7         D9                    Dm6
We will serenade our Louis while life and voice shall last,

           A        D9     E7    E7/9 E7   A     E7
Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest.


E7     A           F#m7          Bm7       E7
We're poor little lambs who have lost our way:

Bm7    E7    A    E?   E7
Baa!  Baa!  Baa!

E7     A           F#m7           Bm7     E7
We're little black sheep who have gone astray:

Bm7    E7    A     AM7
Baa!  Baa!  Baa!

F#m       F#m/E     Bm       Bm/A
Gentlemen songsters off on a spree,

E           E7       AM7
Doomed from here to eternity;

F#m       F#m/A    Bm7-5   F?(III) 
Lord have mercy on such  as   we:

 D9    E    A      AM7
Baa!  Baa!  Baa!