Lyrics One for My Baby - 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