One For My Baby

One For My Baby

music by Harold Arlen (left)

lyric by Johnny Mercer (top)

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-a 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,

Could tell you a lot, but you've got to 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 gotta lotta 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 know you're getting anxious to close,

So, thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear,

This torch that I found, must be drowned or it soon might explode,

Make it one for my baby and one more for the road,

That long, long road.