It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place except you and me So set 'em up Joe, I've got a little story you oughta 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 got the routine, so drop another nickel in the machine I'm feeling so bad, I wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad Could tell you a lot but that's not in a gentleman's code Just 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 when I'm gloomy, you simply got to 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 beer, I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear Don't let it be said that little Freddie can't carry his load Just make it one for my baby and one more for the road That long, long road, that long, long road