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 I think you oughtta know



We’re drinking my friend

To the end of a brief episode

So make it one for my baby

And one more for the road



I know the routine

Put another nickel in that there machine

I’m feeling so bad

Won’t you make the music easy and sad



I could tell you a lot

But you gotta 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’ve got a lot of things I wanna say

And if I’m gloomy, please listen to me

Till it’s all, all talked away



Well, that’s how it goes

And joe I know you’re gettin’ anxious to close

So 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 soon might explode

So make it one for my baby

And one more for the road