It's quarter to three
There ain't no one in the place except you and me
So set 'em up, Joe
I've got a little story you ought to know Were drinkin', my friend
To the end of a brief episode
So 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
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 gotta listen to me
Until its talked away Well, that's how it goes
And Joe, I know you're gettin' kinda anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear This torch that I've found
Must be drowned or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
One more for the road
A long, long road