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 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, so drop another nickel in the machine I'm feeling 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 got to listen to me Till it's all talked away Well that's how it goes and Joe, I know your getting pretty anxious to close So, thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn't mind my bending 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
