It's a 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 outta know
We're drinking, my friend, to do the end of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

I got the routine, won't you drop another quarter in the machine
I'm feeling so bad, wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad
Could tell you lots, but you gotcha be true to your 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 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 getting anxious to close
So thank for the cheer, I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear
This torch that I found, must be drowned or it might explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
One for baby
One more for the road
That one long, long, long road