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It's quarter to 3
There's no one in the place except you and me
So, set 'em up, Joe
I got a little story you ought to 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
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 but buddy, I'm a kind of poet
And I 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 getting 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