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 I feel kind of bad, can't you make the music Easy and sad I could tell you a lot, but it's not In a gentleman's code
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 if I'm gloomy, won't you 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
