It’s a quarter to three There’s no one in the place except you and me Set them up, Joe I’ve got a little story you oughta know We’re drinking, my friend To the end of a brief episode And, oh,make it one for my baby One more for the road.
I've got the routine So drop another nickel in the machine I’m feeling so bad I wish you make the music dreamy and sad And I could you... I could tell you a lot But you’ve got to be true to your code And, oh,make it one for my baby One more for the road.
You'd never know it But, buddy, I’m a kind of poet I’ve got a lot of things to say And when I’m gloomy You simply gotta listen to me Until it’s all talked away
That’s how it goes And, Joe, I know you’re getting anxious to close So, thanks for the cheer I hope you didn’t mind My bending your ear
This torch that I found It must be drowned Or it’s soon will explode And, oh,make it one for my baby One more for the road. And, oh,make it one, two, three, four Oh, come on, make it one, one more Make it one for my baby And one more for the road. And oh, Joe, make it one more...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
