(Letters, we get letters
We get stacks, stacks, stacks of letters
Dear Perry
Would you be so kind
To fill a request
And sing the song I like best)

What a day this has been
What a rare mood I'm in
Why it's almost like being love

There's a smile on my face
For the whole human race
Why it's almost like being love

All the music of life seems to be
Like a bell that is ringin' for me

And from the way that I feel
When that bell starts to peal
I would swear I was falling
I could swear I was falling
It's almost like being love

Little man you're crying, I know why you're blue,
Someone took your kiddy car away
Better go to sleep now little man
You've had a busy day

Johnny won your marbles, tell you what we'll do
Dad will get you new ones right away
Better go to sleep now little man
You've had a busy day

You've been playin' soldier
The battle has been won
The enemy is out of sight
Come along there soldier
Put away your gun
The war is over for tonight

Time to stop your schemin', time your day was through
Can't you hear the bugle softly say
Time you should be dreamin' little man
You've had a busy day

Time you should be dreamin' little man
You've had a busy day

If I am fancy free
And love to wander
It's just the Gypsy in my soul

There's something calling me
From way out yonder
It's just the Gypsy in my soul

I've got to give vent to my emotions
I'm only content having my way

Hmm, there is no other life
Of which I'm fonder
It's just the Gypsy in my soul

No cares, no strings
My heart, it has wings
If I am fancy free
And I love to wander
It's just the Gypsy in my soul

If I am fancy free
And I love to wander
It's just the Gypsy in my soul
In my soul
The Gypsy, in my soul

(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
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 from here to eternity
Lord, have mercy on such as we
Baa, baa, baa.
