One More for My Baby (And One More for the Road)

It's quarter to three
There's no one in the place 'cept you and me
So set 'em' up, Joe
I got a little story 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
So drop another nickel in the machine
I'm feeling so bad
Wish you'd make the music pretty and sad

I could tell you a lot
But you gotta to be true to your code
So make it one for my baby
One more for the road

You'd never know it, but, buddy, I'm a kind of poet
And I've got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy, you simply got to 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 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 road