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 alot But you've gotta' 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've got alot of things to say And when I'm gloomy Simply gotta listen to me
Till its all talked away
Well, that's how it goes And Joe I know You're gettin' pretty anxious to close So thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind My bend in your ear
This torch that I've 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
