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 got the routine, so put another Nickel in the machine I feel kinda bad, can't you Make the music Easy and sad I could tell you a lot, but that's not In a gentleman's 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 I'd like to say And when I'm gloomy Won't you listen to me Til it's talked away Well, that's how it goes And Joe I know you're getting Anxious to close And 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 gonna explode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road The long, it's long Mighty long