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 oughta know
We're drinkin', 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 feelin' so bad
wish you'd make the music pretty and sad
Could tell you a lot
but you've got to be true to your code
So, 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 lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy
you simply gotta listen to me
Till it's all talked away

Well that's how it goes and Joe
I know your gettin' pretty anxious to close
So, thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear
This torch that I found must be drowned
or it soon might explode
So, make it one for my baby
and one more for the road
That long, long road