| Lyrics: | 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 |
