It's quarter to three There's no one in the place, 'cept you and me So set 'em up, Joe I got a little story I think you should 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 Put another nickel in the machine Feelin' 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 Just 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 I'd like to say And when I'm gloomy Won't you listen to me Till it's talked away? Well, that's how it goes And, Joe, I know you're gettin' anxious to close And 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 might explode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road
