It’s quarter to three,
there’s no one in the place ’cept you and me
so set ’em’ up joe
i got a little story i think you oughtta 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 know the routine
put another nickel in that there machine
i’m feeling so bad
won’t you make the music easy and sad
I could tell you a lot
but you gotta 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’ve got a lot of things i wanna say
and if i’m gloomy, please listen to me
till it’s all, all talked away
Well, that’s how it goes
and joe i know you’re gettin’ 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 it soon might explode
so make it one for my baby
and one more for the road