One for My Baby

It's quarter to three
There's no one in joint, it's just you and me
Set'em up, Joe
I've 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 for the road.

I know the routine
Drop another nickel in the machine
I'm feeling so bad
Ain't you make the music dizzy and sad.

I could tell you a lot
But I got to be true to my code
Make it one for my baby
And one for the road.

Now you'd never know it
But, buddy, I'm a kind of poet
And I've got a lot of things to say
Just now I'm feeling gloomy
So please listen to me
Until it's talked away.

So that's how it goes
And, Joe, I know you're getting anxious to close
Well, thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear

But this torch that I found
Joe, it's gotta be drowned
I think I'll explode
Make it one for my baby
And another one for the road
That long, long road.