Toe Jam Songtext
von 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

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

Everyday is fucking perfect, it's a paradise
I 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

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


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

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 (na-na-na-na, na-na-na)
It rolls out the door (na-na-na-na, na-na-na

Thank you