It's quarter to three

"Make it one for my baby"

It's quarter to three,
There's no one in the place
Except you and me.
So set 'em up Joe,
I've got a little story you ought 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,
I wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad
Could tell you a lot,
But you've got to be true to your code
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 got a lot of things to say.
And when I'm gloomy,
You simply gotta listen to me
Until it's talked away.

Well, that's how it goes
And Joe I know you're getting anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer,
I hope you didn't mind me bending your ear.
This torch that I've found
Must be drowned or it soon might explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road,
That long, long road.

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