P : PERRY COMO : Saturday Night With Mr. C. (1958)
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!
Other lyrics from Saturday Night With Mr. C. (1958) album
- Almost Like Being in Love
- Like Someone in Love
- You Are Never Far Away from Me
- It Could Happen to You
- It Had to Be You
- Gypsy in My Soul
- Little Man You've Had a Busy Day
- Whiffenpoof Song
- Love Letters
- You Made Me Love You
- Red Sails in The Sunset
- When I Fall in Love
- Begin The Beguine
- Accentuate The Positive
- Twilight on The Trail
- Vaya Con Dios
- Between The Devil & The Deep Blue Sea
- Birth of The Blues
- Come Rain or Come Shine
- I May Be Wrong
- We Get Letters
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