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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 oughta 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’ve got the routine,
So drop another nickel in the machine
I'm feeling 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
For this torch that I’ve found must be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So just make it one for my baby
And one more for the long, long
That long, long road
~~~~♫♫♫ ~~~~
So long, Joe

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