| It’s quarter to three
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| There’s no one in the place except you and me
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| So set 'em up, Joe
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| I’ve got a little story you ought to 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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| Won’t you drop another quarter in the machine
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| I’m feeling so bad
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| Wish you’d make the music dreamy and sad
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| Could tell you a lot
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| But you’ve got to be true to your code
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| Make it one for my baby
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| And 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 gotta listen to me
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| Until it’s talked away
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| Well, that’s how it goes
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| And Joe, I know you’re getting anxious to close
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| So thanks for the cheer
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| I hope you didn’t mind my bending your ear
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| This torch that I found
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| Must be drowned or it soon might explode
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| Make it one for my baby
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| And one more for the road
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| One for baby
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| One more for the road
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| That one long, long, long road
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| One for my baby
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| I miss my baby |