It's quarter to three, there's 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 drinking my friend, to the end
  Of a brief episode
  Make it one for my baby
  And one more for the road
  I know the routine, put another nickel
  In the machine
  I feel kind of bad, can't you make the music
  Easy and sad
  I could tell you a lot, but it's not
  In a gentleman's 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 I'd like to say
  And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me
  Till it's talked away
  Well that's how it goes, and Joe I know your gettin'
  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's gonna explode
  Make it one for my baby
  And one more for the road