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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Byrne
Vocals
Bobby Wooten III
Bass
Daniel Freedman
Drums
Davi Vieira
Drums
Gustavo Di Dalva
Drums
Mauro Refosco
Drums
Stéphane San Juan
Drums
Tim Keiper
Drums
Karl Mansfield
Keyboards
Angie Swan
Vocals
Chris Giarmo
Vocals
Tendayi Kuumba
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Byrne
Songwriter
Norman Cook
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Byrne
Producer
Jamie Nelson
Additional Engineer
John Chadwick
Additional Engineer
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Pete Keppler
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
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
Writer(s): David Byrne, Quentin Cook
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