Lyric One for My Baby

It s a quarter t three,
There s no one in the place except you an me.
So, set em up Joe, I ve got a little story that you otta kno.
We re drinkin my friend, t the end of a brief episode,
Make it one for ma baby an one more for the road . . .

I got the routine, so drop another nickel in the machine,
I m feelin so bad, I wish you d make the music dreamy an sad,
Could tell you a lot, but you ve got to be true to your code
Make it one for ma baby, one more for the road . . .

You d never kno it, but Buddy, I m kind of a poet,
And I ve 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 kno you re gettin anxious t close,
So thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn t mind my bendin your ear . . .
This torch that I ve found, must be drowned or it soon will explode,
Make it one for ma baby, an one more for the road . . .

That long, long road!