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
You oughta know
We're drinkin' my friend
To the end of a brief episosde
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 feelin' so bad
Wish you'd make the music
Pretty and sad
Could tell you alot
But you've gotta' be true to your 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 alot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy
Simply gotta listen to me
Till its all talked away
Well, that's how it goes
And Joe I know
You're gettin' pretty anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind,
My bend in your ear
This torch that I've found
must be drowned
Or it soon might explode.
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
That long, long road
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