Hugh Laurie - One For My Baby

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 you should 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,
put another dollar,
In the machine.

I'm feeling so bad,
won'tt you make the music,
Easy and sad.

I could tell you a lot,
but that's not,
In a gentleman's 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 wanna say.

And if I'm gloomy,
please listen to me,
Till it's all talked away.

Well that's how it goes,
Joe, I know your gettin',
Anxious to close.

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

But this torch that I found,
It's got to be drowned,
Or it soon might explode.

So make it one for my baby,
And one more for the road.

that lonely road,
oh, and one for yourself,
of course.