It's quarter to three,
There's no one in the place 'cept 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

Feeling so bad
Can't you make the music easy and sad


I could tell you a lot
But you gotta to be true to your code
Just 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 liketo say
And when I'm gloomy, won't you listen to me

Till it's all, all 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

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