E7AF#7DBm7-5 E7 To the tables down at Mory's, to the place where Louis dwells,
 
D9Bm7-5 E7AEdimE7 To the dear old Temple bar we love so well,
 
AF#7DBm7-5 E7 Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled, with their glasses raised on high,
 
D9Bm7-5 E7AEdimE7 And the magic of their singing casts a spell.
E7AF#7DBm7-5 E7 Yes, the magic of their singing of the songs we love so well,
 
D9Bm7-5 E7A "Shall I Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and the rest;
 
E7AA7D9Dm6 We will serenade our Louis while life and voice shall last,
 
AD9E7E7/9 E7AE7 Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest.
E7AF#m7Bm7E7 We're poor little lambs who have lost our way:
 
Bm7E7AEdimE7 Baa! Baa! Baa!
 
E7AF#m7Bm7E7 We're little black sheep who have gone astray:
 
Bm7E7AAM7 Baa! Baa! Baa!
 
F#mF#m/EBmBm/A Gentlemen songsters off on a spree,
 
EE7AM7 Doomed from here to eternity;
 
F#mF#m/ABm7-5 [ch]Fdim(III)[/ch] Lord have mercy on such as we:
 
D9EAAM7 Baa! Baa! Baa!