Lyrics
You d never know it but buddy, you simply got to listen to me
We re drinking, but this torch that i found must be drowned or it soon might explode, but you ve got to be true to your code
thanks for the cheer
You simply got to listen to me, there s no one in the place except you and me
you d never know it but buddy
I got a little story you ought to know, make it one for my baby and one more for the road
till it s all talked away
I m feeling so bad, to the end of a brief episode
You simply got to listen to me, wish you d make the music pretty and sad
i could tell you a lot
I could tell you a lot, so drop another nickel in the machine, till it s all talked away
I m a kind of poet, you simply got to listen to me, there s no one in the place except you and me
Till it s all talked away, we re drinking, i got the routine
I got a little story you ought to know, i hope you didn t mind my bending your ear
I m feeling so bad, thanks for the cheer
I got a little story you ought to know, make it one for my baby and one more for the road, i could tell you a lot
Make it one for my baby and one more for the road, wish you d make the music pretty and sad Eckstine, i hope you didn t mind my bending your ear
and when i m gloomy
but this torch that i found must be drowned or it soon might explode
But you ve got to be true to your code, there s no one in the place except you and me, but this torch that i found must be drowned or it soon might explode
you d never know it but buddy
Make it one for my baby and one more for the road, make it one for my baby and one more for the road
Well that s how it goes and joe, and when i m gloomy, i got a little story you ought to know
Thanks for the cheer, so drop another nickel in the machine
You d never know it but buddy, to the end of a brief episode
We re drinking, thanks for the cheer
I m a kind of poet, i m feeling so bad
make it one for my baby and one more for the road
Till it s all talked away, i could tell you a lot
Make it one for my baby and one more for the road, but this torch that i found must be drowned or it soon might explode, i could tell you a lot
you d never know it but buddy
I m a kind of poet, there s no one in the place except you and me
And when i m gloomy, so drop another nickel in the machine Eckstine, i got the routine
We re drinking, but this torch that i found must be drowned or it soon might explode, i could tell you a lot
You simply got to listen to me, so drop another nickel in the machine, i know your getting pretty anxious to close
I got a little story you ought to know, i got a little story you ought to know
Till it s all talked away, and when i m gloomy
I m feeling so bad, i got a little story you ought to know, it s quarter to three
you simply got to listen to me
to the end of a brief episode
and when i m gloomy
I got the routine, make it one for my baby and one more for the road