One for My Baby

Its quarter to three, 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 Were 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, cant you make the music Easy and sad I could tell you a lot, but its not In a gentlemans code Make it one for my baby And one more for the road Youd never know it, but buddy Im a kind of poet And Ive got a lot of things Id like to say And if Im gloomy, please listen to me Till its talked away Well thats how it goes, and joe I know your gettin Anxious to close Thanks for the cheer I hope you didnt mind My bending your ear But this torch that I found, its gotta be drowned Or its gonna explode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road