Robbie Williams

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.