Tiki Time Salvation

Seven days of chaos, man, I've had my fill.

Boss breathing fire and a past due bill. My car broke down,

shoes got a hole. This week chewed me up, swallowed me whole.

But the ocean breeze whispers my name. Tiki torches glitter, calling the same.

Tiki Time Salvation where the rum runs free. Pineapple skies and a coconut sea.

Leave the bad week behind, it's a distant crime. Raise a glass

to forgetting in Tiki Time. Flamingo lights glow, the bartender grins. Tells me the

secret is the mood you're in. Flip-flop shuffle to a ukulele tune. I'm trading my