It's quarter to three There's no-one in the place 'Cept You and me. So set 'em up Joe, I've 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've got the routine Put another nickel in the machine I'm feeling so bad Can't you make the music easy and sad I could tell you a lot But you've gotta be true to your 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 got a lot of things I'd like to say So when I'm gloomy, won't you listen to me 'Til it's talked away Well, that's how it goes