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 ough 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've got the routine So put another nickel in the machine I’m feeling so bad I wish you make the music dreamy 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 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 Until it’s talked away 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 Got be drowned Or it’s soon will explode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road. That long, long road.