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 oughtta know

Were drinking my friend

To the end of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road


I know the routine
Put another nickel in that there machine

I'm feeling so bad
Wont you make the music easy and sad


I could tell you a lot
But you gotta to be true to your code
So make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

Your never know it

But buddy I'm a kind of poet
And I've got a lot of things I wanna say
And if I'm gloomy, please 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

Its gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby

And one more for the road