It’s quarter to three, there’s no one in the place except you and me
So, set ’em up, Joe, I got a little story I think you should know
We’re drinkin’, 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, put another nickel in the machine
Feelin’ so bad, wish you’d make the music easy and sad
I could tell you a lot, but you’ve got to be true to your code
Just 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 I’d like to say
And when I’m gloomy, won’t you listen to me?
‘Til it’s all talked away

Well, that’s how it goes and Joe
I know you’re gettin’ anxious to close
So, thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn’t mind my bendin’ your ear
But 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