It's quarter to three
There's no one in the place
Except you and me
So set him up, Joe
I've 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
Well, I know the routine
So put another nickel in the machine
Oh, I'm feeling so bad
I wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad
Could tell you I lost 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've got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy
You've simply got to listen to me
Until it's darked away
Well,
that's how it goes And,
Joe,
I know you're getting anxious to
close So thanks for the cheer
Didn't mind my bending your ear This torch that I found
God be drowned Or it's gonna explode
One more for the road
That long, long road