It's a 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 outta know We're drinking, my friend, to do the end of a brief episode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road I got the routine, won't you drop another quarter in the machine I'm feeling so bad, wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad Could tell you lots, but you gotcha be true to your 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 got a lot of 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 getting anxious to close So thank for the cheer, I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear This torch that I found, must be drowned or it might explode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road One for baby One more for the road That one long, long, long road