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
I think you should 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
Put another nickel
In the machine
I'm feeling so bad
Won't you make the music
Easy and sad
I could tell you a lot, but it's not
In a gentleman's code
Just 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 I'd like to say
And when I'm gloomy, won't you listen to me
Till it's talked away

Well that's how it goes
And Joe I know your gettin'
Anxious to close
Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear
But this torch that I found
It's gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road