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 ought to know
Were drinking my friend to the
end of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby and
one more for the road
I got the routine
put another nickel in that there
machine
I'm feeling so bad i won't you
make the music dream and sad
I could tell you a lot
But you gotta to be true to your
code
So make it one for my baby and
one more for the road
You never know it but buddy
I'm a kind of poet
and I've got a lot of things
I wanna say
and when I'm gloomy you
simplely got a listen to me
Untill it's talked away
Well that's how it goes
and Joe I know you're getting
anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear
They's 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 all for the road