ella fitzgerald
one for my baby (and one more for the road)
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 you ought to 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 So drop another nickel in the machine I'm feelin' so bad I wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad  I could tell you a lot But you've gotta be true to your 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 to say And if I'm gloomy You simply gotta listen to me Until it's all 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  This torch that I've found Must be drowned or it soon might explode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road  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  This torch that I've found Must be drowned or it soon might explode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road The long, long road