It`s quarter to three, there`s no one in the place except 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, so drop another nickel in the machine
I`m feelin` so bad, wish you`d make the music pretty and sad
Could tell you a lot, but you`ve got to be true to your 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 got a lot of things to say
        And when I`m gloomy, you simply gotta listen to me
        Till it`s all talked away

Well that`s how it goes and Joe, I know your gettin` pretty anxious to close
So, thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn`t mind my bendin` your ear
This torch that I found must be drowned or it soon might explode
So, make it one for my baby and one more for the road
That long, long road