One for My Baby (And One More for the Road) - Doris Day

It’s quarter to three,

There’s no-one in the place,

'Cept Joe and me.

So set 'em up Joe,

I’ve got a little story

I think you should know

We’re drinking my friend,

To the end of a brief episode.

Make it one for my baby, and one more

For the road.

I’ve got the routine,

Put another nickel in the machine.

I’m feeling so bad,

Won’t you make the music easy and sad.

I could tell you a lot, but it’s not

In a gentleman’s 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 got a lot of things I like to say

So when I’m gloomy, won’t you listen to me,

'Til it’s talked away.

Well, that’s how it goes,

And Joe I know you’re getting anxious to close

And thanks for the cheer

I hope you didn’t mind my bending your ear.

But this touch that I’ve found

Must be drowned or it soon might explode…

Make it one for my baby

And one more for the road…

The long

It’s so long

The long and winding road.