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 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 wish you'd make the music dreamy 
and sad 
Could tell you a lot but that's not in a gentleman's code 
Just 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 to say 
And when I'm gloomy, you simply got to listen to me 
Until it's talked away 
Well that's how it goes and Joe I know you're gettin' 
anxious to close 
So thanks for the beer, I hope you didn't mind my bending 
your ear 
Don't let it be said that little Freddie can't carry his 
load 
Just make it one for my baby and one more for the road 
That long, long road, that long, long road