(Originally performed by Ella Fitzgerald in 1943). It's quarter to three there's no one in the place. Except you and me. So set 'em' up Joe I 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 know the routine put another nickel. In the machine. I feel kind of bad can't you make the music. Easy and sad. I could tell you a lot but it's not. In a gentleman's code. 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've got a lot of things I'd like to say. And if I'm gloomy please listen to me. Till it's talked away. Well that's how it goes and Joe I know your gettin'. Anxious to close. Thanks for the cheer. I hope you didn't mind. My bending your ear. But this torch that I found It's gotta be drowned. Or it's gonna explode. Make it one for my baby. And one more for the road.