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 oughta know
We're drinkin', 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 drop another nickel in the machine
I feel kind a bad
Wish you'd make the music pretty and sad
Could tell you a lot
But it's not in the gentleman's code
So, make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
Bridge
You'd never know it but buddy
I'm a kind of poet
And I got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy
You gotta listen to me till it's all talked away
Well that's how it goes, and Joe
I know you're gettin' pretty anxious to close
So, thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind my bendin' 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
