Julie London — One for My Baby

It's quarter to three There’s no one in the place except you and me So set 'em up, Joe I got a little story I think you oughta know We're drinkin’, my friend To the end of a brief episode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road I got the routine So drop another nickel in the machine I'm feelin' so bad Wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad Could tell you a lot But it's not in this lady's 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 talked away Well, 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 soon might explode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road That long long road