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