It's Quarter To Three,
There's No One In The Place 'cept You And Me
So Set 'em' Up Joe
I Got A Little Story I Think You Should 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
Put Another Nickel In The Machine
Feeling So Bad
Can't You Make The Music Easy And Sad

I Could Tell You A Lot
But You Gotta To Be True To Your Code
Just 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 I'd Liketo Say
And When I'm Gloomy, Won't You Listen To Me
Till It's All, All Talked Away

Well, That's How It Goes
And Joe I Know You're Gettin' Anxious To Close
So Thanks For The Cheer
I Hope You Didn't Mind
My Bending Your Ear

But This Torch That I Found
It's Gotta Be Drowned
Or It Soon Might Explode
So Make It One For My Baby
And One More For The Road