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 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've got the routine 
Put another nickel in that machine
I feel so bad 
Can't you make the music easy and sad?
I could tell you a lot 
But it's not in a gentleman's  code
So make me 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 when I'm gloomy
Won't you listen to me
'Til 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
I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear

But this torch that I found
It's gotta be drowned
Or so it's gonna explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
Just make it one for my baby 
And one more for the road