It's a 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
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

I got the routine
Put another nickel in that machine

Feeling so 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
So just make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

You'd never know it
But buddy, I'm kind of a poet
I've got a lot of things I'd like to say
And when I'm gloomy
Won't you listen to me?
Till it's all, all talked away

Well, that's how it goes
Joe, I know you're getting anxious to close
So 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 soon I'll explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

Just make it one for my baby
And one more for
The road

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Harold Arlen, Johnny Mercer