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