It's quarter to three, no one in the place
Except you and me
So set 'em up joe, I got a little story
I'd like you to 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, won't you make the music
Easy and sad

I could tell you a lot, but you've got to be
True to your code
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

You'd never know it, but joe I'm a kind of poet
And I've got a lot of things to say
And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me
Till it's talked away

That's how it goes, and joe I know your 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, it's gotta be drowned
Or it's soon might explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

One for my baby
And one more for the road