It's quarter to three, There's no one in the place 'cept you and me So set 'em' up Joe I got a little story I think you should 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 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 gotta to be true to your code Just 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 liketo say And when I'm gloomy, won't you listen to me Till it's all, all talked away
Well, that's how it goes And Joe I know you're gettin' anxious to close So 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 soon might explode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road