Sweet Toki o' Mine - Storms N' Cats

He's got a voice that it seems to me
Reminds me of prepubescent memories
Where everything was as fresh as cheddar cheese
Now and then when I see his face
He takes me away to that special channel
And if I'd listen too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet Toki o' mine
Sweet Ritchie of mine

He's got skins of the lowest silver
As if they were Battle-Scarred
I hate to look at those skins
And see them all gambled away
His brother's hair reminds me of a Bob Ross serenade
Where as a silver I'd say ruined
And pray for his nose
And the mole
To quietly be surgically removed

Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet Toki o' mine