One for My Baby

It's a quarter to three

There's no one in this place

Except you and me

So set 'em up, Joe

I've got a little story

You wanna know

We're drinking, my friend

To the end of a nice episode

So make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

I got the routine

Just drop another nickel in the machine

I'm feeling so bad

I wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad

I could tell you a lot

But that's not in a gentleman's code

So make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

You never knew it

But, buddy, I'm a kind of poet

And I've got a lot of things to say

And if I'm gloomy

You better gotta listen to me

Until it's talked away

That's how it goes

And, Joe, I know

You're getting anxious to close

Thanks for the cheers

I hope you didn't mind me bending your ears

But this torch that I found

Has got to be drowned

Or it soon might explode

Might explode

So make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

So make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

For the road