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
I think you should 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
Put another nickel in the machine
Feelin' so bad
Can't you make the music easy and sad
I could tell you a lot
But you've gotta be true to your 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 gotta a lot of things I'd like to say
And when I'm gloomy
Won't you listen to me
'Til it's talked away
Well that's how it goes
And Joe, I know your gettin' anxious to close
And thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind my bendin' 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
The long, it's so long, the long.