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