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 oughta 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

Could tell you a lot
But you've got to be true to your code
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

You'd never know it
Buddy, I'm a kind of poet
And I got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy
You simply gotta listen to me
Until it's talked away

Well, that's how it goes
And Joe, I know you're getting anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear

This torch I've found
Must be drowned or it soon may explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

That long, long road