One For My Baby

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 ought to know

We're drinkin', 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 feelin' so bad

I wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad

I could tell you a lot

But that's not in a gentleman's code

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

Yes, 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

And don't let it be said

Old and steady can't carry his load

Make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

That long, long, long, long road

Yes, that long, long, long road