One for My Baby - Frank Sinatra
Its quarter to three
Theres no one in the place cept you and me
So set em up joe
I got a little story I think you oughtta know
Were 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
Put another nickel in that there machine
Feeling so bad
Can't you make the music easy and sad
I could tell you a lot
But you gotta to be true to your code
Just make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
You'd never know it
But buddy Im a kind of poet
And Ive got a lot of things I wanna say
And when I'm gloomy won't you listen to me
Till its 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
Its gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
The long it's so long The long very long