It's quarter to three,
There's no one in the place 'cept you and me
So set 'em' up Joe
I got a little story I think you should 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
I feel kind of bad
Can't you make the music easy and sad
I could tell you a lot, but it's not
In a gentleman's 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've got a lot of 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're 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
It's gotta be drowned
Or it's gonna explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road