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 got a little story you oughta 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 pretty and sad

Could tell you a lot, but you've got to be true to your code

So, 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