t'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 I think you oughtta know
We're drinking my friend
to the end of a brief episode
So Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
I know the routine
put another nickel in that there machine
I'm feeling so bad
Won't you make the music easy and sad
I could tell you a lot
But you gotta to be [bad word] 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've got a lot of things I wanna say
And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me
Till it's all, all talked away
Well, that's how it goes
And Joe I know you're gettin' Anxious to close
So Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear
But this torch that I found 
It's gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road