One For My Baby Lyrics - Live From Atlantic City - Danny Aiello

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 

Make it one for my baby 

And one more for the road 

I know the routine, put another nickel 

In the machine 

I feel kind of bad, can't you make the music 

Easy and sad 

I could tell you a lot, but it's not 

In a gentleman's code 

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'd like to say 

And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me 

Till it's talked away 

Well that's how it goes, and Joe I know your gettin' 

Anxious to close 

Thanks for the cheer 

I hope you didn't mind 

My bending your ear 

But this torch that I found, It's gotta be drowned 

Or it's gonna explode 

Make it one for my baby 

And one more for the road