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 oughtta know We're 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 machine I'm feeling so bad Won't 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 You'd never know it But buddy I'm a kind of poet And I've got a lot of things to 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 It's gotta be drowned Or it soon might explode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road