It'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 Im a kind of poet
And Ive got a lot of things I wanna say
And if Im 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