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