Its quarter to three,
Theres no one in the
place except you and me
So set em up Joe
I got a little story I othou know

Were drinking my friend, to the end
Of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

I know the routine
so drop another nickel
in the machine
Im feeling so bad
Wish youd make the music
pretty and sad

could tell you a lot,
but youve got to be true
to your code
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

Youd never know it
but buddy Im a kind of poet
And Ive got a lot of things to say
And when Im gloomy, you
simply gotta listen to me
Till its all talked away

Well, thats how it goes
And Joe I know youre
gettin pretty anxious to close
So Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didnt mind
My bending your ear

this torch that Ive found
must be drowned
Or its soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

That long.. long road