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 oughtta know
We're drinking, my friend
To the end
Of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
I got the routine
So drop another nickel in the machine
I'm feelin' so bad
We should make the music dreamy and sad
Could tell you a lot
But it's not
In this lady'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 when I'm gloomy
You simply gotta listen to me
Until it's talked away
Well, that's how it goes
And Joe I know you're gettin' anxious to close
So, thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear
This torch that I found
Must be drowned
Or it soon might explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
That lone, lone road