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 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