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, outta know

We're drinking, 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 feeling 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