TWINKLE TOES DANCIN’
(Island Reggae Vibe)
Verse 1
Old Bruce down at the county line,
Got a sweet little deal and he’s doin’ just fine.
He’ll trade your name for a honey bun snack,
Soon as the wrapper crinkles, your secret’s out the back.
He ain’t got a license, he don’t got a ride,
So he’s wearin’ out sandals on the roadside.
Flip-flops flappin’ with a rhythm so sweet,
Tap-tap tappin’ down the dusty street.
Pre-Chorus
Everybody knows when Bruce comes around,
Word gets travelin’ all over town.
One little whisper and a wink of his nose,
There he goes again, there goes Twinkle Toes.
Chorus
Twinkle toes dancin’, flap-flap shoes,
Beach boy boots singin’ the county blues.
Honey bun dreamin’ in the afternoon sun,
Bruce’ll tell it all before the day’s done.
Twinkle toes dancin’, swayin’ side to side,
Flip-flops flappin’ on an endless ride.
Beach boy boots and a grin so wide,
Bruce ain’t drivin’, but he’s still outside.
Verse 2
Sittin’ on the corner where the sea breeze blows,
Talkin’ big stories everybody knows.
He’ll start with “Buddy, keep this between us,”
Then it’s halfway across the county by lunchtime.
Got no truck, got no car,
But somehow Bruce gets wherever you are.
Marchin’ down the highway, singin’ his tune,
Chasin’ another honey bun before noon.
Pre-Chorus
Everybody laughs when they hear that sound,
Flip-flops beatin’ on the ground.
You can hear him comin’ from a mile away,
Bruce and his sandals on another sunny day.
Chorus
Twinkle toes dancin’, flap-flap shoes,
Beach boy boots singin’ the county blues.
Honey bun dreamin’ in the afternoon sun,
Bruce’ll tell it all before the day’s done.
Twinkle toes dancin’, swayin’ side to side,
Flip-flops flappin’ on an endless ride.
Beach boy boots and a grin so wide,
Bruce ain’t drivin’, but he’s still outside.
Bridge
Flap flap flap go the beach boy boots,
Kickin’ up dust while he’s spreadin’ the news.
No keys in his pocket, no license plate,
But Bruce still arrives somehow, never late.
Final Chorus
Twinkle toes dancin’, everybody sing,
Bruce got a story ‘bout everything.
Honey bun hero in the afternoon sun,
Tellin’ tall tales till the day is done.
Twinkle toes dancin’, flap-flap shoes,
Beach boy boots and the county blues.
Laugh a little harder when he comes around,
’Cause Bruce and those flip-flops are a town-wide sound.
