It's quarter to three there's no one in the place ex - cept you and me

So set 'em up Joe I got a little sto - ry you ought to know

We're drinkin' my friend to the end of a brief epi - sode

Make it one for my baby and one more for the road

I got a routine so drop another nick - el in the machine

I feel kinda bad wish you'd make the mu - sic 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

You'd never know it buddy I'm kind of a poet and I got a lot of things to say

And when I'm gloomy you gotta listen to me 'till its 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