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
You oughta know
We're drinking my friend
To the end
of a brief episode
So make it one
for my baby
And one more
for the road
I got the routine
Put another quarter
in the machine
I feel kinda bad
Can't you make
the music
Easy and sad
I could tell you a lot
But it's not
In the gentleman's
code...
So 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 lot of things
I'd like to say
And if I'm gloomy
Just listen to me
Till it's all
talked away
Well, that's how it goes
And Joe I know
you're gettin'
anxious to close
Well 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's gonna explode
So make it
one for my baby
And one more
for the road...
The long
long
It's so long
So very long