It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place but you and me So set 'em up Joe, I've got a little story you ought to know We're drinking my friend to the end of a grieve episode Make it one for my baby and one more for the road I've got the routine so drop another nickel in the machine I'm feeling so bad, I wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad Could tell a lot but you've got to be true to your code So make it one for my baby, yes and one more for the road You'd never know it but buddy I'm a kind of poet And I got a lot of things to say And when I'm gloomy you simply got to listen to me Till it's all talked away well that's how it goes And Joe I know you're getting anxious to close So thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind me bending your ear This torch I found must be drowned or it soon will explode So make it one for my baby and one more for the road That long, long road