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've got a little story you ought 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 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
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 got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy
You simply gotta listen to me
Until it's talked away

Well, that's how it goes and Joe
I know your getting anxious to close
So, thanks for the beer
I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear
Don't let it be said little
Freddie can't carry his load
Make it one for my baby and
One more for the road