Its quarter to three, Theres no one in the place except you and me So set em up joe I got a little story I think you oughtta know
Were drinking my friend To the end of a brief episode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road
I know the routine Put another nickel in that there machine Im feeling so bad Won't you make the music dreamy and sad
I could tell you a lot But you gotta 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 Im a kind of poet And Ive got a lot of things I wanna say And if Im gloomy, please listen to me Till its all, all talked away
Well, thats how it goes And joe I know youre gettin anxious to close So thanks for the cheer I hope you didnt mind My bending your ear
But this torch that I found Its gotta be drowned Or it soon might explode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road