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 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 ya 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´s soon might explode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road