Quarter to three there's no one in the place
Except you and me
So set 'em up, Joe got a little story
I think you should know

We're drinkin', my friend, to the end
Of a sweet episode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

Got the routine so drop another nickel
In the machine
Oh, gee, I'm feelin' so bad wish you'd make the music
So dreamy and sad

You could tell me a lot but it's not
In a gentleman's code
Let's make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

You may not know it but buddy you're a kind of poet
And you've had a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy you always listen to me
Until it's talked away

Well, that's how it goes
And John I know you're getting anxious to close
So, thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind me bending your ear

For all of the years, for the laughs, for the tears
For the class that you showed
Make it one for my baby and one more for the road
That long long road