It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place
Except you and me
So set 'em' up Joe, (you know John), I got a little story
I think you should 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 got the routine, (you too), so drop another another nickel
In the machine
Man, I'm feeling so bad, I wish you'd make the music
Dreamy and sad

I 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 a kind of poet
And I've got a lot
Of things to say

And when I'm gloomy
You simply gotta listen to me
Until they're all talked away

That's how it goes
John, I know you're
Getting very anxious to close
Tony, thanks for the cheer
I hope you don't mind
My bending your ear

'Cause 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, that long, long road...