It's a quarter to three,
there's no one in the place except you and me
set him 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,
one more for the road
I know the routine,
put another quarter in the ma chine
Feel kind of bad, can't you make the music easy and sad,
sell you a lot, but it's not
In a gentleman's coat
Make it one for my baby
One more for the road
You'll never know it
But buddy, I'm a kind of poet,
and I got a lot of things I'd like to say
And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me,
till it's talked away
Well, that's how it goes
And,
Joe, I know you're getting
Kind of anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
me bending your ear
But this torch that I found,
it's got to be drowned or it's going to explode
Make it one for my baby,
another one for you
You'll never know it,
but I'm a kind of poet
And I've got a lot of
things I'd like to say
And if I'm gloomy, well,
then listen to me
Until it's all talked away
Well, that's how it goes
Joe, I know you're getting kind of anxious
So thank s for the cheer,
I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear
For this torch that I found
Has just got to be drowned
Or it soon, it soon might explode
Take one for my baby
Just one more for the road
This long
This damn long, long,
long, long,