Introd.: 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 You oughta 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 So drop another nickel in the machine I feel kind a bad Wish you’d make the music pretty and sad Could tell you a lot But it’s not in the gentleman’s code So make it one for my baby And one more for the road Bridge: 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 gotta listen to me till it’s all talked away Well that’s how it goes and Joe I know you’re gettin’ pretty anxious to close So thanks for the cheer I hope you didn’t mind my bendin’ 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 road