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 oughtta know
We're drinking my friend To the end of a brief episode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road
I know the routine Put another nickel in that there machine I'm feeling so bad Won't you make the music easy 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'd never know it But buddy Im a kind of poet And Ive got a lot of things I wanna say And if Im gloomy Please listen to me Till it's all, all talked away
Well, that's how it goes And joe I know you're gettin anxious to close So thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear
But this torch that I found It's gotta be drowned Or it soon might explode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road