It's quarter to 3 There's no one in the place except you and me So, set 'em up, Joe I got a little story you ought to 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 Could tell you a lot But you've got to be true to your code So, 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 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 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