One For My Baby (And One More For The Road)

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 ought to know, oh

Yeah, 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 got a little routine

So drop another nickel in this year machine

I'm feelin' so bad

Wish you'd make the music pretty insane

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 got a lot of things to say, yeah (ooh-ooh)

And when I'm gloomy (ooh)

You simply got to listen to me (ahh)

'Til it's all talked away, yeah

Well, that's how it goes

And Joe, I know you're gettin' pretty anxious

Anxious to close

So, thanks for the cheer

I hope I didn't bend your ear

This torch that I found

Must be drowned or it soon might explode

Uh, uh

So, make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

Hmm, for the road

(Ahh) you really never know it

But buddy, I'm a kind of poet

(Got a lot of things to say) and I got a lot of things to say

(Ahh) and when I'm gloomy

You said you got to listen to me

'Til it's all talked away, yeah

Well, that's how it goes

And Joe, I know you're gettin' anxious

Really anxious to close

So, thanks for the cheer

I hope you didn't mind my bend in your ear

This torch that I found

It must be drowned, or it soon might explode, oh

Make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

One more for the road

Road, road, road

Uh-hmm

Ooh-ooh