It's a quarter t' three, There's no one in the place except you an' me. So, set 'em up Joe, I've got a little story that you otta kno. We're drinkin' my friend, t' the end of a brief episode, Make it one for ma baby an' one more for the road . . . I got the routine, so drop another nickel in the machine, I'm feelin' so bad, I wish you'd make the music dreamy an' sad, Could tell you a lot, but you've got to be true to your 'code' Make it one for ma baby, one more for the road . . . You'd never kno' it, but Buddy, I'm kind of a 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 kno' you're gettin' anxious t' close, So thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear . . . This torch that I've found, must be drowned or it soon will explode, Make it one for ma baby, an' one more for the road . . . That long, long road!
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