Lyrics:
It's quarter to threeThere's no one in the placeAccept you and meSo set 'em up, JoeI've got a little storyYou oughtta knowWe're drinking, my friendTo the end of a brief episodeMake it one for my babyAnd one more for the roadI've got the routineSo drop another nickel in the machineI'm feeling so badI wish you'd make the music dreamy and sadCould tell you a lotBut you've gotta to be true to your coatMake it one for my babyAnd one more for the roadYou'd never know itBut buddy, I'm a kind of poetAnd I've got a lot of things to sayAnd when I'm gloomyYou simply gotta listen to meUntil it's talked awayWell that's how it goesAnd Joe, I know you'reGettin' anxious to closeSo thanks for the cheerI hope you didn't mindMy bending your earBut this torch that I foundMust be drownedOr it soon may explodeMake it one for my babyAnd one more for the roadThat long, long road