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!



~ featured in the 1955 Hollywood musical "Young at Heart"

Music by Harold Arlen and lyrics by Johnny Mercer, 1943

Arranged by Jack Andrews