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 you oughta 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
So drop another nickel in the machine
I'm feelin' so bad
I wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad
Could tell you a lot
But that's not in a gentleman's code
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 lotta things to say
And when I'm gloomy, you simply gotta listen to me
Until 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
This torch, I've found
Must be drowned or it soon might explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road