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  I think you should 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 know the routine, put another nickel  In the machine  I feel kind of bad, can't you make the music  Easy and sad  I could tell you a lot, but it's not  In a gentleman's 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 a lot of things I'd like to say  And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me  Till it's talked away  Well that's how it goes, and Joe I know your gettin'  Anxious to close  Thanks for the cheer  I hope you didn't mind  My bending your ear  But this torch that I found, It's gotta be drowned  Or it's gonna explode  Make it one for my baby  And one more for the road