One-forty five and I've got to head home.
Final call and I'm sittin' alone
Nursing one last beer;
It's my trademark: The evening ends right here;

Warm, seductive, mellow B3;
Sweet, lovely ballad, groovin' for me
'Fore the lights go out;
Here at Fox's--
The joint where I hangout.

The low lights, the music--
Just how I want it presented.
The setting is perfect
To send this soul home quite contented.

Tip and "good-night" to the friendly bar man;
Stop by the stage to tell the guitar man 
That one last song
"s gonna stay with me all night long;

That's the beauty of Fox's;
There is no better way to end the day.