It's quarter to three There's no one in the place Except you and me So set em' up joe I got a little story You oughta know We're drinkin' my friend To the end of a brief episosde 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 feelin' so bad Wish you'd make the music Pretty and sad Could tell you alot But you've gotta' 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 alot of things to say And when I'm gloomy Simply gotta listen to me Till its all talked away Well, that's how it goes And joe I know You're gettin' pretty anxious to close So thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind, My bend in your ear This torch that I've found Must be drowned Or it soon might explode. So make it one for my baby And one more for the road That long, long road