One for My Baby (And One More for the Road)

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 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

Wish you'd make the music pretty 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 got a lot of things to say

And when I'm gloomy, you simply gotta listen to me

Till it's 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 bendin' your ear

This torch that I 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