It’s quarter to three There’s no one in the place Except you and me So set them up, Joe I’ve got a little story You all know We’re drinking, my friend To the end of a brief episode Make it one for my baby And one for the road. Well, I got the routine So put another nickel in the machine I’m feeling so bad I wish you make the music easy and sad Could tell you a lot but you’ve got To be true to your code Make it one for my baby And one for the road You’d never note But, buddy I’m a kind of poet And I’ve got a lot of things to say And when I’m gloomy So please, listen to me Until it’s talked away Well, that’s how it goes And, Joe, I know you’re kidding Anxious to close So, thanks for the cheer I hope you didn’t mind My bending your ear This touch that I found Joe, it;s got to be drowned Or it’s gonna explode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road That long, long road.