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 oughtta know
We re drinking my friend
To the end of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
I know the routine
Put another nickel in that there machine
I'm feeling so bad
Won't you make the music easy and sad
I could tell you a lot
But you gotta 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've got a lot of things I wanna say
And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me
Till it s all, all talked away
Well, that s how it goes
And joe I know you re getting 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 soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road