One for My Baby (And One More for the Road)

It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place
But you and me
So, set 'em up Joe, I've got a little story
You ought to 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

I've got the routine, so drop another nickel in the machine
I'm feeling so bad
I wish you'll make the music dreamy or sad
Could tell a lot, but you've got to be true to your code
So, make it one for my baby
Yes, 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 to say
And when I'm gloomy, you simply got to listen to me
'Til it's all tucked 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 I found, must be drowned
Or it soon will explode
So, make it one for my baby
And one more for the road, yeah
That long, long road