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 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, put another nickel

In the machine

Feeling so bad, won't you make the music

Easy and sad

I could tell you a lot, but it'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 I'd like to say

And when I'm gloomy, won't ya listen to me

Till it's talked away

Well, that's how it goes,

and Joe I know your gettin'

Anxious to close

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's soon might explode

Make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

Long, it's so long, winding road