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, brief episode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road I know the routine Put another nickel in the machine Feel kinda bad Can't you make the music easy and sad I could tell you a lot But you 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 And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me 'Til it's talked away Well that's how it goes And Joe, I know you're gettin' anxious to close And thanks for the beer I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear But this torch that I found it's gotta be drowned Or it soon might explode Just make it one for my baby And one more for the road The long, the long, it's very long