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 drinkin', my friend, to the end of a brief episode So make it one for my baby and one more for the road I know the routine, or another dollar in the machine I'm feelin' so bad, want you'd make the music easy and sad I could tell you a lot, but that´s not in gentleman´s 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 i wanna say And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me Till it's all talked away Well that's how it goes, Joe I know your gettin' pretty anxious to close So, thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear But this torch that I found got to be drowned or it soon might explode So, make it one for my baby and one more for the road That lonely road