Well, it's a quarter to three

And there's no one in the place

Except me and thee

And Miss Montgomery

So set 'em up Monroe

I've got a little story

That you ought to know

Now we're drinking, my friend

To the end of this brief episode

Make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

Now you'd never know it

But I'm a kind of poet

And when I'm gloomy

You simply gotta listen to me

Until it's all talked away

That's how it goes

And I know you're getting anxious to close

But thank you for the cheer

I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear

For this torch that I found

Must be drowned

Or it soon might explode

Make it one for my baby

And one more for the road