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 wanna 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've got the routine So drop another nickel in the machine I'm feeling kind of bad Wish you make the music easy and sad
I 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've got a lot of things I'd like to say But when I'm gloomy, you simply got to 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
This torch that I found It's gotta be drowned Or it soon might explode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road