FRANK SINATRA – ONE FOR MY BABY
(Music: Harold Arlen; Lyrics: Johnny Mercer)

It’s quarter to three,
There’s no one in the place,
‘cept 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 got the routine,
Put another nickel
In the machine.
Feelin’ so bad,
Can’t you make the music
Easy and sad?

I could tell you a lot,
But you gotta be
True to your code.
Just 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 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 gettin’
Anxious to close.
So 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 soon might explode.
So make it one for my baby,
And one more for the road.