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
You oughta know
We're drinkin'
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
Put another nickel
In the machine
Feelin' so bad
Can't you make,
The music,
Easy and sad...?
I could tell you a lot
But you gotta 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 I'd like
To say
And when I'm,
Gloomy,
Won't you listen,
To me, till it's
Talked away...?
Well, that's how
It goes
And Joe I know
You're gettin'
Anxious to close
And 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
The long
That long
It's long...