It's a quarter to three
There's no one in the place except you an' me
So, set 'em up Joe, I've got a little story that you otta know
We're drinkin' my friend, to the end of a brief episode
Make it one for ma baby an' one more for the road
I got the routine, so drop another nickel in the machine
I'm feelin' so bad, I wish you'd make the music dreamy an' sad
Could tell you a lot but you've got to be true to your code
Make it one for ma baby, one more for the road
You'd never kno' it, but Buddy, I'm kind of a 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 bendin' your ear
This torch that I've found, must be drowned or it soon will explode
Make it one for ma baby, an' one more for the road
That long, long road