It's quarter to three,
There's no one in the place
Except you and me
Set 'em up Joe,
You know John, I got a little story
That 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
Here's to you!
I got the routine,
So drop another nickel in the machine
Man I'm feeling so bad,
I wish you made that music dreamy and sad
I could tell you a lie,
But you 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
Yeah, that's right, I got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy, you simply got to listen to me
Until it's talked away
That's how it goes,
John I know you're gettin' really anxious to close
Tony, thanks for the cheer
I hope you don't mind me bending your ear
'Cause 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, long road
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