I got the routine, put another nickel in the machine I'm feelin' so bad, can't you make the music easy and sad I could tell you a lot, but you've got to 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 got a lot of things I'd like to say And when I'm gloomy, won't you listen to me Till it's talked away

Well that's how it goes and Joe, I know your gettin' anxious to close And thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn't mind my bendin' 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 The long, it's so long, the long, very long ...