It's quarter to three
there's no one in the place
except you and me
So, set 'em up, Joe
I got a little story you oughta know
We're drinkin', my friend
to the end of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby
and one more for the road
I got the routine
so drop another nickel in the machine
I'm feelin' so bad
wish you'd make the music
pretty and sad
Could tell you a lot
but you've got to be
true to your code
So, make it one for my baby
and one more for the road
You'd never know it
but buddy, I'm a kind of poet
And I got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy
you simply gotta listen to me
Till it's all talked away
Well that's how it goes
and Joe, I know your gettin'
pretty anxious to close
So, thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
my bendin' your ear
This torch that I found
must be drowned or it soon
might explode
So, make it one for my baby
and one more for the road
That long, long road