One For My Baby (And One More For The Road)

It’s quarter to three, there’s no one in the place except you and me
So, set ’em up, Joe, I’ve got a little story you ought to 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, so drop another nickel in the machine
I’m feeling so bad, I wish you’d make the music dreamy and sad
Could tell you a lot, but that’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 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 your getting anxious to close
So, thanks for the beer, I hope you didn’t mind my bending your ear
Don’t let it be said little Freddie can’t carry his load
Make it one for my baby and one more for the road