Toe Jam (Live)

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