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 ought to know, oh
Yeah, we're drinkin', my friend
To the end of a brief episode
Just make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

I got a little routine
So drop another nickel in this year machine
I'm feelin' so bad
Wish you'd make the music pretty insane
Could tell you a lot
But you've got to be true 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 got a lot of things to say, yeah (ooh-ooh)
And when I'm gloomy (ooh)
You simply got to listen to me (ahh)
'Til it's all talked away, yeah

Well, that's how it goes
And Joe, I know you're gettin' pretty anxious
Anxious to close
So, thanks for the cheer
I hope I didn't bend your ear

This torch that I found
Must be drowned or it soon might explode
Uh, uh
So, make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
Hmm, for the road

(Ahh) you really never know it
But buddy, I'm a kind of poet
(Got a lot of things to say) and I got a lot of things to say
(Ahh) and when I'm gloomy
You said you got to listen to me
'Til it's all talked away, yeah

Well, that's how it goes
And Joe, I know you're gettin' anxious
Really anxious to close
So, thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind my bend in your ear
This torch that I found
It must be drowned, or it soon might explode, oh
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

One more for the road
Road, road, road

Uh-hmm
Ooh-ooh