Toe Jam (feat. David Byrne and Dizzee Rascal)

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 nights, I’m, purified that my feet don’t touch the floor
when the number meets the road, in between my toes

Everyday is [bad word] perfect, its a paradise
watch my life like its a movie, have to watch it twice
a boy looks at a girl, and a girl looks like a pony
she got looks all day long, in between my toes
and every night, she’s purified, she don’t do that dance no more
when the number meets the road, in between my toes

I’m skankin, I’m Bazzer Raseal, I’m [bad word] off that heathenisms
i ain’t sober, i dont mix with coca cola, or sober
at that “‘m a roller, i look over my shoulder
When i see that y figure, i think its time to walk my way over
so i shuffle on my heals, and bounce on my toes
I’m crazy and she knows, its Aubert i suppose
she picked a place and packed her arms
I looked behind and let her out
would not let her go until the sun came out
then i took her to my yard then i wrecked her up

I’m 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
enrolls
out the door now
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 number 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
explodes
if you poke it
exposed
on the floor
it grows
if you soak it
enrolls
out the door
explodes
if you poke it
exposed
on the floor
it grows
if you soak it
enrolls
out the door