It's quarter to three and there's no one in the place except you and me So set 'em up Joe, I got a little story you ought to know We're drinkin' my friend on to the end of a brief episode Make it one for my baby and one more for the road I got the routine, gonna drop another quarter in this machine Feelin' so bad, I got to have the music dreamy and sad I could tell you a lot but you have got to be true to your code Make it one for my baby and one more for the road Joe you'd never know it but I'm a kind of poet And I got a lot of things to say But when I'm gloomy just listen to me until it's all talked away Well, that's how it goes and Joe I know you're gettin' anxious to close Thanks, thanks for the cheer, hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear The torch that I found must be drowned or soon might explode Make it one for my baby and one more for the road One more for the road