Oh, gee, I'm feelin' so bad
Oh, well he is"}
You may not know it but buddy you're a kind of poet
There's no one in the place except you and me
I can't believe it, the last, the last guest
Quarter to three
The last fool Mr. Carson will have to suffer gladly
You could tell me a lot
We're drinkin', my friend
And one more for the road
And one more for the road
Wish you'd make the music so dreamy and sad
And John I know you're getting anxious to close
Make it one for my baby
Until it's talked away
Well, that's how it goes
I hope you didn't mind me, bending your ear
So, thanks for the cheer
And when I'm gloomy, you always listen to me
Got the routine
{"Well, you know, when they asked me to come on and
But it's not in a gentleman's code
For the laughs, for the tears
So drop another nickel in the machine
Let's make it one for my baby
Make it one for my baby
For the class that you showed
So set 'em up, Joe
To the end of a sweet episode
Got a little story, I think you should know
For all of the years
You are the wind beneath my wings
And you've had a lot of things to say
And one more for the road
That long, long road
