It's Quarter To Three,

There's No One In The Place 'cept You And Me

So Set 'em' Up Joe

I Got A Little Story I Think You Oughtta 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 Know The Routine

Put Another Nickel In That There Machine

I'm Feeling So Bad

Won't You Make The Music Easy And Sad



I Could Tell You A Lot

But You Gotta 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

And I've Got A Lot Of Things I Wanna Say

And If I'm Gloomy, Please Listen To Me

Till It's All, All 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



But This Torch That I Found

It's Gotta Be Drowned

Or It Soon Might Explode

So Make It One For My Baby

And One More For The Road