Quarter to three There's no one in the place Except you and me So go set 'em up Joe Gotta little story I think you should know We're drinking my friend Til' the end Of a sweet episode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road Got the routine So drop another nickel In the machine Oh gee, I'm feeling so bad Why don't you make the music So dreamy and sad You can tell me a lot But it's not In a gentleman's code Make it one for my baby And one more for the road You may not know it But buddy, your a kinda poet And you've had a lot of things to say And when I'm gloomy You always listen to me Until it talks away Well that's how it goes And John I know your getting Anxious to close So thanks for the cheers I hope you didn't mind me Bending your ear For all of the years For the laughs For the tears For the cla**, that you showed So make it one for my baby And one more for the road... That long, long road... --- .