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 So 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 make the music Dreaming and sad I could tell you a lot, but it's not In a gentleman's code So make it one for my baby And one more for the road
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You'd never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of poet And I've got a lot of things to 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 your gettin' Anxious to close So thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind My bending your ear The torch that I found, Must be drowned Or it's soon might explode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road
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