One For My Baby

It’s quarter to three

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

So set them up, Joe

I’ve got a little story you ough to know

We’re drinking, my friend

To the end of a brief episode

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 feeling so bad

I wish you make the music dreamy and sad

Could tell you a lot

But you’ve got to be true to your code

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

Until it’s talked away

That’s how it goes

And, Joe, I know you’re getting anxious to close

So, thanks for the cheer

I hope you didn’t mind

My bending your ear

This torch that I found

Got be drowned

Or it’s soon will explode

Make it one for my baby

And one more for the road.

That long, long road.