It's quarter to three
there's no one in the place except you and me
So, set 'em up, Joe, I got a little story you oughta know
We're drinkin', 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
Feelin' so bad, can't you make the music easy and sad
I 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 I'd like to say
And when I'm gloomy, won't you listen to me
'Til it's talked away

Well that's how it goes and Joe
I know your gettin' anxious to close
And thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear
But this torch that I found it's gotta be drowned
or it soon might explode
So, make it one for my baby and one more for the road
The long, that long, it's long