Texty: Julie London. One For My Baby (And One More For The Road).

It's quarter to 3
There's no one in the place except you and me
So set 'em up, Joe
I got a little story you outta know

We're drinkin', 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 feelin' so bad
Wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad

Could tell you a lot
But it's not in this lady's code
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

You may not know it, but buddy I'm a kind of 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 know you're getting anxious to close
So, thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear

This torch that I found must be drowned
Or it soon might explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
That long, long road