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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 I want you to 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 got the routine,
So drop another nickel in that machine
I'm feeling so bad,
I wish you make that 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

I got the routine,
So drop another nickel in that machine
I'm feeling so bad,
I wish you make that 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 gotta listen to me
Until it's 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
This torch that I’ve found must be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
That long, long road

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