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It's a 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 put another nickel in the machine
I'm feeling so bad,
I hope you'd make the music dreamy and sad
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 to say
And when I'm gloomy,
You simply gotta listen to me
Till it's talked away
So 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 found must be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So, make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
That long, long road
