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 I think you ought to know We're drinking my friend to the end of a brief episode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road I know the routine Put another nickle in that there machine I'm feeling so bad, so 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 would never know it but buddy I'm a kind of poet And I've got a lot of things I want to say And if I'm gloomy please listen to me Til it's all talked away Well, that's how it goes And Joe I know your gettin' anxious to close So thanks for the cheer I hope you don't mind my bending your ear But this torch that I've found has got to be drowned Or it soon might explode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road Man it's a long, long road