It's quarter to three There's no one in the place, just you and me So set 'em up joe I got a little story I think you should know We're drinking, 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 Put another nickel in the machine I'm feeling so bad Can't you make the music easy and sad I could tell you a lot But you've gotta be true to your code 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 Won't you listen to me Until 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 But this torch that I've found It's gotta be drowned or it soon will explode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road
