One For My Baby (and One More For The Road) by Harold Arlen

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
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 know the routine, put another nickel
In the machine
I feel kind of bad, can't you make the music
Easy and sad
I could tell you a lot, but it'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've got a lot of things i'd like to say
And if i'm gloomy, please listen to me
Till it's talked away
Well that's how it goes, and joe i know your gettin'
Anxious to close
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's gonna explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road