One For My Baby (And One More For The Road) (From "The Sky's The Limit")

It's quarter to three

There's no one in the place except you and me

So set 'em up, Joe

I've got a little story you oughta know

We're drinkin', my friend

To the end of a brief episode

Just make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

I've got the routine

So put another nickel in the machine

I'm feelin' so bad

I hope they make the music dreamy and sad

Could tell you a lot

But you've got to be true to your code

So 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 to say

And when I'm gloomy

You simply gotta listen to me

'Til it's talked away

So that's how it goes

Joe, I know you're gettin' anxious to close

So thanks for the cheer

I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear

The torch that I found

Must be drowned or it soon will explode

Oh, make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

That long, long road