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
Put another nickel in the machine
Feelin' so bad
Can't you make the music easy and sad

I culd tell you a lot
But you've got 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 got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy
Won't you listen to me
Till it's talked away

Well that's how it goes
And Joe, I know your gettin' anxious to close
And thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind my bendin' 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 for the road
That long
It's so long
Very long.
