One for My Baby [and One More for the Road]
Harold Arlen, Johnny Mercer
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
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
I know the routine, put another nickel
In the machine
I feel kind of bad, can't you make the music
Easy and sad
I could tell you a lot, but it's not
In a gentleman's code
You'd never know it
But buddy I'm a kind of poet
And I've got a lot of things I'd like to say
And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me
Till it's talked away
Well that's how it goes
And Joe I know your getting anxious to close
Thanks for the cheer i hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear
But this torch that I found
It's gotta be drowned or it's gonna explode