It's quarter to three, There's no one in the place except you and me So set'em up Joe, I’ve got a little story you oughta 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 so bad, I wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad I could tell you a lot, But it’s not in this lady’s code 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 to say And when I'm gloomy, You simply gotta listen to me Untill it's 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 This torch that I’ve got must be drowned Or it soon might explode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road That long, long road