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 drinkin', my friend To the end of a brief episode Just make it one for my baby And one more for the road I've got the routine So put another nickel in the machine I'm feelin' so bad I hope they make the music dreamy and sad Could tell you a lot But you've got 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 when I'm gloomy You simply gotta listen to me 'Til it's talked away So that's how it goes Joe, I know you're gettin' anxious to close So thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear The torch that I found Must be drowned or it soon will explode Oh, make it one for my baby And one more for the road That long, long road