Toe Jam (Live) - David Byrne
Lyrics by：David Byrne/Norman Cook
Composed by：David Byrne
I was asked in New York City
Do you like my clothes
I'm talking to my tape recorder walking down the road
But on Friday night
I'm purified that my feet don't touch the floor
When the rubber meets the road
In between my toes
Everyday is f**king perfect it's a paradise
Watch my life like it's a movie
Have to watch it twice
A boy looks at a girl
And a girl looks like a pony
She gallops all day long in between my toes
And every night she's purified
She don't do that dance no more
When the rubber meets the road in between my toes
A member of the ju ju nation
Down in New Orleans
You don't need an application
If you move your feet
Explode
If you poke it
Exposed
On the floor
It grows
If you soak it
It rolls
Out the door
Summer time every night
Now my feet don't touch the floor
She don't do that dance no more
In between my toes
Him and you you and I
I don't do that dance no more
When the rubber meets the road
In between my toes
The lady starts to sing
But she ain't no disco dancer
She learned to shake her thing in between my toes
Explode
If you poke it
Exposed
On the floor
It grows
If you soak it
It rolls
Out the door
Explode
If you poke it
Exposed
On the floor
It grows
If you soak it
It rolls
Out the door
