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 'em up, Joe
 I've got a little story you oughta know
 We're drinkin', my friend
 To the end of a brief episode
 Just make it one for my baby
 And one more for the road
 I've got the routine
 So put another nickel in the machine
 I'm feelin' so bad
 I hope they make the music dreamy and sad
 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
 But, buddy, I'm a kind of poet
 And I've got a lot of things to say
 And when I'm gloomy
 You simply gotta listen to me
 'Til it's talked away
 So that's how it goes
 Joe, I know you're gettin' anxious to close
 So thanks for the cheer
 I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear
 The torch that I found
 Must be drowned or it soon will explode
 Oh, make it one for my baby
 And one more for the road
 That long, long road