It's 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
That you oughta
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 got the routine
So drop
Another nickel
In the machine
I'm feeling so bad
I hope you'll make
The music
Dreamy and sad
Could tell you a lot
But you got to be
True to your code
Make it
One for my baby
And one more for
The road
You'd never know it
Buddy, I'm a kind of
Poet, and I've got
A lot of things to say
And when I'm
Sad and gloomy
You simply got to
Listen to me
Till it's all
Talked away
Well that's
How it goes
And Joe, I know
You're getting
Anxious to close
So, thanks for the cheer
'Hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear
This torch
That I've found
Must be drowned or
It soon might explode
You make it
One for my baby
And one more for
The road
One for my baby
And one more for
The road...