It’s quarter to three
There’s no one in the joint, it's just you and me
Set 'em up, Joe
I’ve 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 for the road

Well, I know the routine
Just drop another nickel in that machine
I’m feeling so bad
Can't you make the music easy and sad?

I could tell you a lot
But I have got to be true to my code
Make it one for my baby
And one for the road

Now you'd never know it, but, Joe, I’m quite a poet
And I’ve got a lot of things I'd like to say
Just now I’m feeling gloomy
So please listen to me till it’s talked away

So that’s how it goes
And, Joe, I know you’re getting anxious to close
Well, thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn’t mind my bending your ear
But this torch that I found
Joe, it's gotta be drowned or I think I'll explode
Make it one for my baby
And another one for the road
That long, long road