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 you oughta 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 So drop another nickel in the machine I'm feeling so bad Wish you'd make the music pretty and sad I could tell you a lot But you gotta to be true to your code So make it one for my baby 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 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 gettin' pretty anxious to close So thanks for the cheer; I hope you didn't mind My bending your ear This torch that I found must be drowned Or it soon might explode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road That long, long road