| It’s quarter to three
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| There’s no one in the place 'cept you and me
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| So set 'em' up, Joe
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| I got a little story you oughta know
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| We’re drinking, my friend
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| To the end of a brief episode
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| Make it one for my baby
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| And one more for the road
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| I got the routine
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| So drop another nickel in the machine
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| I’m feeling so bad
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| Wish you’d make the music pretty and sad
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| I could tell you a lot
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| But you gotta to be true to your code
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| So make it one for my baby
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| One more for the road
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| You’d never know it, but, buddy, I’m a kind of poet
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| And I’ve got a lot of things to say
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| And when I’m gloomy, you simply got to listen to me
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| Till it’s all talked away
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| Well, that’s how it goes
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| And, Joe, I know you’re gettin' pretty anxious to close
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| So thanks for the cheer; |
| I hope you didn’t mind
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| My bending your ear
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| This torch that I found must be drowned
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| Or it soon might explode
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| So make it one for my baby
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| And one more for the road
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| That long, long road |