It's quarter to three
There's no one in the place
'Cept you and me
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 put another nickel
In the machine
I'm feelin' so bad
Wish you'd make that music dreamy and sad

I 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've got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy
Well, you just gotta listen to me
Until it's passed away
Well, that's how it goes
And Joe, I know you're gettin' anxious to close
Oh, thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear

This torch that I've found
Must be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

The long, the long
Thank you, Joe