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David Byrne - Toe Jam Lyrics



David Byrne - Toe Jam Lyrics
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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*cking perfect, its a paradise
Watch my life like it's a movie, had 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

I'm skankin' on the dance floor, I'm drunk off that Hennessy
I ain't sober, I don't mix with Coca Cola, or soda
But right now I'm on a roller, I take a look over my shoulder
When I see that sexy thing, I think it's time to work my way over
So I shuffle on my heels, and I bounce on my toes
I'm crazy and she knows, still it's all good, I suppose
So she didn't complain, she backed it up, I got behind her and I lapped it up
Then we danced all night 'til the sun came up, then I took her to my yard then I racked it up

A member of the Juju 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

Now it's 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
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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*cking perfect, its a paradise
Watch my life like it's a movie, had 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

I'm skankin' on the dance floor, I'm drunk off that Hennessy
I ain't sober, I don't mix with Coca Cola, or soda
But right now I'm on a roller, I take a look over my shoulder
When I see that sexy thing, I think it's time to work my way over
So I shuffle on my heels, and I bounce on my toes
I'm crazy and she knows, still it's all good, I suppose
So she didn't complain, she backed it up, I got behind her and I lapped it up
Then we danced all night 'til the sun came up, then I took her to my yard then I racked it up

A member of the Juju 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

Now it's 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
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Writer: David Byrne, Quentin Cook
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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