Philo’s Bar

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Way up north the sun don’t hang around
And if you want to know where it’s been
Why, it just heads on down to Mexico
When the winter freeze sets in

In a little corner of Banderas Bay
You don’t need to wear no shoes
Yeah, they like to keep their tootsies tanned
In the town that’s called La Cruz

You watch the evening sun just a settling down
Till it’s melting right out of sight
And you can bet they’re dancing barefoot folks
Down at Philo’s bar tonight
Maybe something in the way the band does play
Or the way they like to mix a drink
But it’s like taking two steps back in time
Makes you feel younger than you’d think

Though the crowd ain’t no spring chickens
More what you’d like to call mature
But if there’s a treatment for becoming old
I’d say that Philo’s found the cure
You can keep your socks and your winter boots
With the laces pulled nice and tight
And you can bet they’re dancing barefoot folks
Down at Philo’s bar tonight

Yeah the daytime can get nice and hot
And when you’re talking bout centigrade
Each day is pretty much the same
It’s twenty seven in the shade
Then the afternoon brings a balmy breeze
You might be thinking you’re in paradise
It’s the time of day when the palm trees sway
And a siesta sure might be nice

You watch the evening sun just a settling down
Till it’s melting right out of sight
And you can bet they’re dancing barefoot folks
Down at Philo’s bar tonight