It’s quarter to three, there’s no one in this place
Except you and me
So set ’em up Joe, I got a little story
You wanna know

We’re drinking my friend, to the end
Of a nice episode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

I got the routine, just drop another nickel
In the machine
I’m feeling so bad, I wish you’d make the music
Dreamy and sad

I could tell you a lot, but that’s not
In a gentleman’s 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 if I’m gloomy, you better gotta listen to me
Until it’s talked away

That’s how it goes, Joe I know your gettin’
Anxious to close
Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn’t mind
Me bending your ear
But this torch that I found, It’s gotta be drowned
Or it’s soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road