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