Текст песни One For My Baby (And One More For The Road) - Live In Sydney/1961 - Frank Sinatra

It's quarter ta' 3, theres no one in the place
-cept' you and me.
So set em' up Joe, I got a little story
I think you should know.
We're drinkin' my friends, to the end, of a
Brief episosde. Make it One For My Baby, and
One More For the Road.
I got the routine, put another nickel, in the
Machine. Feelin' so bad, can't ya' make the music,
Easy and sad.
I could tell you alot, but you've gotta' be, true to your code...
Just 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 allot of things, i'd like to say. And when i'm gloomy, won't
You listen to me, till' its talked away?
Well, thats how it goes, and Joe I know you're gettin' anxious
To close. And thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn't mind, my
Bend in your ear.
But this torch that i've found, its gotta be drowned, or it soon
Might explode. So Make it One for My Baby, and one more for
The Road. The long, it's so long. The long, very long...