One For My Baby (And One More For The Road) - Billie Holiday (比莉·哈乐黛)
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
You oughta 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 got the routine
So drop another nickel in the machine
I'm feeling so bad
I wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad
I could tell you a lot but you've gotta be true to your 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 a poet
And I've got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy you simply gotta listen to mean
Until it's talked away
Well that's how it goes
And Joe I know you're gettin' anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear
This torch that I found must be drowned or
It soon might explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
You'd never know it but buddy I'm a kind of a poet
And I've got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy you simply got to listen to me
Until it's talked away
Well that's how it goes
And Joe I know you're gettin' anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear
This torch that I found must be drowned or
It soon might explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
That long long road