It's quarter to three
There's no one in the place except you and me
So set 'em up, Joe
I've got a little story that you oughta 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
Got the routine
So drop another nickel in the machine
I'm feeling so bad
I hope you'd make the music dreamy and sad
Could tell you a lot
But you've 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've got a lot of things to say
And when I'm sad and gloomy, you simply got to listen to me
Until it's 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
This torch that I found must be drowned
Or it soon might explode
You make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
One for my baby
And one more for the road