It's quarter to three

There's no one in the place

Except you and me

So set 'em up Joe

I've 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'm feelin' 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've got a lotta things to say

And when I'm gloomy, you 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've found, must be drowned

Or it soon will explode

Make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

That long, long road

See ya Frank