One For My Baby (And One More For The Road)

It’s quarter to three, there’s no one in the place except you and me
So, set them up, joe, I 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 got the routine, so drop another nickel in the machine
I’m feeling so bad, wish you’d make the music pretty and sad
I 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 got a lot of things to say
And when I’m gloomy, you simply got tO listen to me
Till it’s all talked away
Well that’s how it goes and Joe, I know your getting pretty anxious to close
So, thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn’t mind my bending your ear
But this torch that I found must be drowned or it soon might explode
That long, long road