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It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place
Except you and me
So set 'em' up Joe
You know John,
I got a little story that you'd 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
Man, I feel so bad
I wish you'd make that music
Dream and sad
I could tell you a lot
But you gotta be true to your 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 thingsto say
And when I'm gloomy, you simply gotta listen to me
Till it's talked away
Well that's how it goes, and Joe I know you're gettin'
Very anxious to close
Thanks for the cheer
I hope you don't mind
My bending your ear
But this torch that I found, It's gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
