(Van Heusen-Cahn / Arlen-Mercer) 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 oughta know We're drinkin' my friend To the end of a brief episosde So make it one for my baby And one more for the road I know the routine So put another nickel In that there machine I'm feelin' so bad Will you make the music Pretty and sad I could tell you alot But you've gotta' be true to your code So make it one for my baby And one more for the road You would never know it But buddy I'm a kind of poet And I've got alot of things I'd like to say And if I'm gloomy Please listen to me Till its all talked away Well, that's how it goes And Joe I know You're gettin' pretty anxious to close So thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind My bend in your ear This torch that I've found It's got be drowned Or it soon might explode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road That long, man it's long It's a long long road