It's quarter to three there's no one in the place Except you and me So set 'em up Joe I got a little story you ought 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 know the routine put another nickel In the machine feeling so bad can't you make the music Easy and sad? I could tell you a lot but you 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 got a lotta things I'd like to say And if I'm gloomy please listen to me Till it's talked away Well that's how it goes and Joe I know you are gettin' Anxious to close Thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind My bending your ear But this torch that I've found gotta be drowned Or it's gonna explode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road the long that long it's long
