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 drinking my friend to the end of a brief episode      Make it one for my baby   And one more for the road      I got the routine   So drop another nickel in the machine   I'm feeling so bad, I wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad   I could tell you a lot but you've gotta be true to your 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 a poet   And I've got a lot of things to say   And when I'm gloomy, you simply gotta listen to mean   Until it's 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   This torch that I found must be drowned or it soon might explode      Make it one for my baby   And one more for the road      You'd never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of a poet   And I've got a lot of things to say   And when I'm gloomy, you simply got to listen to me   Until it's 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   This torch that I found must be drowned or it soon might explode      Make it one for my baby   And one more for the road   That long, long road