One For My Baby (And One More For The Road)

One for My Baby (And One More for the Road) - Frank Sinatra (弗蘭克·辛納屈)

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 I think I don't know

We're drinking my friend to the end

Of a brief episode

So make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

I know the routine

So drop another nickel in the machine

I'm feeling so bad

Won't you make the music easy and sad

I could tell you a lot

But you've got to be true to your code

So 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 want say

And find gloomy please listen to me

Till job 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

My bending your ear

This torch that I've found

It's gotta be drowned

Or it's soon might explode

So make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

That long that long manies long

That long long long long