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
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