My Way

Its quarter to three,

Theres no one in the place cept you and me

So set em up joe

I got a little story I think you oughtta know

Were drinking my friend

To the end of a brief episode

So make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

I know the routine

Put another nickel in that there machine

I'm feeling so bad

Won't you make the music easy and sad

I could tell you a lot

But you gotta to be true to your code

So make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

Youd never know it

But buddy I'm a kind of poet

And I've got a lot of things I wanna say

And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me

Till its all, all talked away

Well, thats how it goes

And joe I know youre getting anxious to close

So thanks for the cheer

I hope you didnt mind

My bending your ear

But this torch that I found

Its gotta be drowned

Or it soon might explode

So make it one for my baby

And one more for the road