Harry Belafonte One For My Baby (and One More For The Road)
It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place but you and me
So set 'em up Joe, I've got a little story you ought to know
We're drinking my friend to the end of a grieve episode
Make it one for my baby and one more for the road
I've got the routine so drop another nickel in the machine
I'm feeling so bad, I wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad
Could tell a lot but you've got to be true to your code
So make it one for my baby, yes and one more for the road
You'd never know it but buddy I'm a kind of poet
And I got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy you simply got to listen to me
Till it's all 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 me bending your ear
This torch I found must be drowned or it soon will explode
So make it one for my baby and one more for the road
That long, long road
