One For My Baby (And One More For The Road) - Live In Paris/1962

It's quarter ta' 3, theres no one in the place
'Cept you and me
So set em' up Joe, I got a little story
You've got it know
We're drinkin' my friends, to the end, of a brief episosde
Make it one for my Baby and one more for the road
I know the routine, put another nickel, in the machine
I feel kind so bad, can't ya' make the music easy and sad

I could tell you alot but that's no, the gentleman 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
And i've got allot of things, i'd like to say

And when i'm gloomy, won't please listen to me
Till' its talked away?

Well, thats how it goes and Joe I know you're gettin' anxious to close
And thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn't mind
My bend in your ear

But this torch that i've found
It's gotta be drowned or it soon might explode
Make it One for My Baby and one more for the Road
The long, it's so long
It's very long