It's quarter to three
There's no one in the place 'cept you and me
So set 'em up Joe
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 get the routine
Put another nickel
In the machine
Feeling so bad
Can't you make the music
Easy and sad
I could tell you a lot
But you've got to 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 it's talked away

Well that's how it goes
And Joe I know you'regetting anxious to close
Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear
But this torch that I 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...(road)