One for My Baby — текст песни (Perry Como)

It`s a quarter t` three,
There`s no one in the place except you an` me.
So, set `em up Joe, I`ve got a little story that you otta kno.
We`re drinkin` my friend, t` the end of a brief episode,
Make it one for ma baby an` 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 an` sad,
Could tell you a lot, but you`ve got to be true to your `code`
Make it one for ma baby, one more for the road . . .

You`d never kno` it, but Buddy, I`m kind of a poet,
And I`ve got a lot of 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 kno` you`re gettin` anxious t` close,
So thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn`t mind my bendin` your ear . . .
This torch that I`ve found, must be drowned or it soon will explode,
Make it one for ma baby, an` one more for the road . . .

That long, long road!