It's quarter to three,
there's no one in the place
'cept 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.
So make it one for my baby
and one more for the road.
I know the routine -
put another dollar in the machine.
I'm feeling so bad.
Won't you make the music easy and sad?
I could tell you a lot
but that's not
in a gentleman's 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 I wanna say.
And if I'm gloomy,
please listen to me,
untill it's all talked away.
Well, that's how it goes.
Joe, I know you're gettin'
anxious to close.
So thanks for the cheer,
I hope you didn't mind
my bending your ear.
But this torch that I found,
its got to be drowned
or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
and one more for the road
So make it one for my baby
and one more for the road,
that lonely road...
Oh, and one for youself, of course.