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 you outta 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, so drop another nickel in the machine
I'm feeling so bad, wish you make the music dreamy and sad
I 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've got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy,you simply got to listen to me
And till it's talked away,well, that's how it goes
And Joe I know your 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 must be drowned or it sound might explode
Make it one for my baby and one more for the road
Well,that how it goes
Joe I know your 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 must be drowned or it sound might explode
Make it one for my baby and one more for the road
That long,long,road