Its quarter to three,There's no one in the place cept you and meSo set em up joeI got a little story I think you oughtta knowWere drinking my friendTo the end of a brief episodeSo make it one for my babyAnd one more for the roadI know the routinePut another nickel in that there machineIm feeling so badWont you make the music easy and sadI could tell you a lotBut you gotta to be true to your codeSo make it one for my babyAnd one more for the roadYoud never know itBut buddy Im a kind of poetAnd Ive got a lot of things I wanna sayAnd if Im gloomy, please listen to meTill it's all, all talked awayWell, that's how it goesAnd joe I know you're gettin anxious to closeSo thanks for the cheerI hope you didn't mindMy bending your earBut this torch that I foundIts gotta be drownedOr it soon might explodeSo make it one for my babyAnd one more for the road