It's quarter to three There's no one in the place Except you and me So set em up, Joe Got a little story That you oughta 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 Drop another nickel In the machine I'm feeling so bad I wish you'd make the music Dreamy 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 Buddy, I'm a kind of poet And I've got a lot Of things to say And when I'm gloomy You simply gotta listen to me Until they're all talked away That's how it goes Joe, I know you're Getting anxious to close So, thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind My bending your ear This torch that I 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, long That long, long, long road