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, outta 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 got the routine So 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 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 got to listen to me until it's talked away Yes, that's how it goes And Joe I know you're gettin' anxious to close So thanks for the beer I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear And don't let it be said Old and steady can't carry his load Make it one for my baby And one more for the road That long, long, long, long road Yes, that long, long, long road