Toe Jam (Live)

Woo-hoo-hoo, a-woo, a-hoo
A-woo-hoo-hoo, a-woo, a-hoo

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
Now my feet don't touch the floor
When the rubber meets the road
In between my toes

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na

Every day is fuckin' perfect
It's a paradise
I watch my life like it's a movie
I had to watch it twice

Now a boy looks at a girl
And a girl looks like a pony
She gallops all day long
In between my toes, and now

Every night she's purified
She don't do that dance no more
When the rubber meets the road
In between my toes

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na

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

Summertime, every night
Now my feet don't touch the floor
She don't do that dance no more
In between my toes
And now, him and you, you and I
I don't do that dance no more
When the rubber meets the road
In between my toes

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na

Woo-hoo-hoo
Ahh

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 (na-na-na-na)
It grows if you soak it (na-na-na)
It rolls out the door (na-na-na)

Woo



Credits
Writer(s): David Byrne, Quentin Cook
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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