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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, I've got a little story you oughtta 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
I'm feelin so bad, I wish you'd make the music
dreamy and sad

I could tell you a lot, but you've got to 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 things  to say
And when i'm gloomy, you simply got to listen to me

Until it's talked away

Well that's how it goes, and Joe i know you're gettin'
Anxious to close

So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear

 This torch that i found, must be drowned
Or it  soon might explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

Written by Johnny Mercer and Harold Arlen.

Originally written for Fred Astaire.