It's quarter to three
There's no one in the place, just you and me
So set 'em up joe
I got a little story I think you should 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

I got the routine
Put another nickel in the machine
I'm feeling so bad
Can't you make the music easy and sad
I could tell you a lot
But you've gotta 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
Won't you 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
But this torch that I've found
It's gotta be drowned or it soon will explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road