It's quarter to three There's no one in the place Accept you and me So set 'em up, Joe I've got a little story You oughtta 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've 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 you've gotta to be true to your coat 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 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 bending your ear But this torch that I found Must be drowned Or it soon may explode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road That long, long road