Lyrics:

It's quarter to 3
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.
We're drinkin' my friends
to the end
of a brief episode.
Make it one for my baby
and one more for the road

I got the routine
Put another nickel
in the machine
Feelin' so bad
Can't you make the music
Easy and sad.

I could tell you a lot
but you've gotta be
True to your code
Just 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 when I'm gloomy
Won't you listen to me
Till' its talked away?

Well, thats how it goes
And Joe I know you're gettin'
anxious to close.
And thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
my bending your ear.
But this torch that I've found
It's gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode.
So make it one for my baby
and one more for the road

The long, it's so long...
The long, very long...