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

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 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 put another nickel in the machine
I'm feeling so bad
I wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad

Could tell you a lot
But you've got to be true to your code
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 gotta listen to me
Until it's talked away

Well, that's how it goes
And, Joe, I know you're getting 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
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
That long, long road