Lyrics:

It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place
Except you and me
So set 'em up joe, I've got a little story
You oughta 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've got the routine, so drop another nickel
In the machine
I'm feeing so bad, I wish you'd make the music
Dreamy and sad
Could tell you a lot, but you've got to be
True to your code
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

You'd never know it, but, buddy, I'm kind of a poet
And I've got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy, you simply gotta listen to me
Until it's talked away

Well, that's how it goes, and, Joe, I know your gettin'
Anxious to close
So, thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear
This torch that I found must be drowned
Or it soon might explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

You'd never know it, but, buddy, I'm kind of a poet
And I've got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy, you simply gotta listen to me
Until it's talked away

Well, that's how it goes, and, Joe, I know your gettin'
Anxious to close
So, thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear
This torch that I found must be drowned
Or it soon might explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

That long, long road