One For My Baby (And One More For The Road) (From "The Sky's The Limit")

It's quarter to three
There's no one in the place except you and me
So set 'em up, Joe
I've got a little story you oughta know

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've got the routine
So put another nickel in the machine
I'm feelin' so bad
I hope they make the music dreamy and sad

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've got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy
You simply gotta listen to me
'Til it's talked away

So that's how it goes
Joe, I know you're gettin' anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear

The torch that I found
Must be drowned or it soon will explode
Oh, make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

That long, long road