Lyrics:

Johnny Mercer Harold Arlen



its Quarter To Three, Theres No One In The Place

except You And Me

so Set Em Up Joe, I Got A Little Story

i Think You Should Know



were 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, Cant You Make The Music

easy And Sad



i Could Tell You A Lot, But Its Not

in A Gentlemans Code

make It One For My Baby

and One More For The Road



youd Never Know It, But Buddy Im A Kind Of Poet

and Ive Got A Lot Of Things Id Like To Say

and If Im Gloomy, Please Listen To Me

till Its Talked Away



well Thats How It Goes, And Joe I Know Your Gettin

anxious To Close

thanks For The Cheer

i Hope You Didnt Mind

my Bending Your Ear



but This Torch That I Found, Its Gotta Be Drowned

or Its Gonna Explode

make It One For My Baby

and One More For The Road