It’s quarter to three There’s no one in the place except you and me So 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 So 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 make the music dreamy and sad Could tell you a lot But you’ve got 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 to say And when I’m gloomy You simply gotta listen to me Until it’s 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 Must be drowned Or it’s soon may explode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road That long, long road.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
