Introdução: 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 You oughta know We're drinkin', 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 So drop another nickel in the machine I feel kind a bad, Wish you'd make the music pretty and sad Could tell you a lot But it's not in the gentleman's code So, make it one for my baby and one more for the road Bridge You'd never know it but buddy, I'm a kind of poet And I got a lot of things to say And when I'm gloomy You gotta listen to me till it's all talked away Well that's how it goes, and Joe I know you're gettin' pretty anxious to close So, thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear This torch that I found must be drowned Or it soon might explode So, make it one for my baby And one more for the road That long, long road