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
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 know the routine, put another nickel in the machine
I feel kind of bad, can't you make the music easy and sad
I could tell you a lot, but it'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 I'd like to say
And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me
Till it's talked away well, that's how it goes
And Joe I know your gettin' anxious to close
Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear
But this torch that I found, it's gotta be drowned
Or it's gonna explode
Make it one for my baby and one more for the road
