It's quarter to three.
There's no one in the place
except you and me.
So set him up, Joe.
I got a little story
you ought to 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 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 you a lot,
but that's nuts.
And a gentleman's cold.
So make it one
for my baby
and one more for the road.
You 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
until it's 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
my bending your ear.
The 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.
And long,
long,
lonesome road.