It's quarter to three
No one in the place
Except you and me
So set 'em' up Joe
I got a little story
I'd like you 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 feelin' so bad
Won't you make the music
Dreamy 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 Joe I'm a kind of poet
I've got a lot of things
To say
And when I'm gloomy
Won't you simply listen to me
Until it's talked away
That's how it goes
Joe, I know your 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's soon might explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
One for my baby
And one more for the road
