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 I think you 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

Feelin' so bad

Can't you make the music easy and sad

I could tell you a lot

But you've gotta 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 kinda poet

And I've gotta a lot of things I'd like to say

And when I'm gloomy

Won't you listen to me

'Til it's talked away

Well, that's how it goes

And Joe, I know you're getting anxious to close

And 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's soon might explode
So make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

That long, it's so long, long road