ℭ𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔏𝔶𝔯𝔞 𝔏𝔶𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔰 ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ [Fingerpicked acoustic guitar intro, light and playful] [Verse 1] (Woke up this morning with a curious feeling) (Ten little rebels staging a revolt) (Left foot’s whispering secrets to the ceiling) (Right foot’s tapping out in Morse code bolts) (My socks are plotting interstellar missions) (They’ve seen this madness once or twice before) (When happy toes start cosmic transmissions) (There ain’t no keeping still anymore) [Pre-Chorus] (They wiggle and they waggle) (They shimmy and they shake) (Got a mind entirely their own) (For goodness sake) [Chorus] (Happy toes, happy toes) (Dancing like nobody knows) (In my boots or in the clover) (When the feeling takes them over) (Happy toes, happy toes) (Where they’re headed, heaven knows) (Could be walking, could be running) (But they’re always up to something) [Verse 2] (Tried to wear my Sunday shoes for church today) (But left toe had opinions of its own) (Started thumping out a honky‑tonk display) (The preacher stopped and said "Please leave that phone") (I hollered "Sir, it ain’t no telephone ringing") (It’s just my digits feeling fancy‑free) (He said "Well son, if that’s your toes a‑singing") (Then bring ’em to the front to sing with me) [Per-Chorus] (They wiggle and they waggle) (They shimmy and they shake) (Got a mind entirely their own) (For goodness sake) [Chorus] (Happy toes, happy toes) (Dancing like nobody knows) (In my boots or in the clover) (When the feeling takes them over) (Happy toes, happy toes) (Where they’re headed, heaven knows) (Could be walking, could be running) (But they’re always up to something) [Bridge] (Now some folks got problems with their shoulders) (Some folks got troubles with their knees) (But me, I got these rowdy little soldiers) (Ten tiny wanderers who walk in dreams) (At midnight they escape without a warning) (They tiptoe down the hallway, soft and sly) (They scribble maps in dust before the morning) (My happy toes go roaming while I lie) [Final Chorus] (Happy toes, happy toes) (Dancing like nobody knows) (In my boots or in the clover) (When the feeling takes them over) (Happy toes, happy toes) (Where they’re headed, heaven knows) (Could be walking, could be running) (But they’re always up to something) [Outro] (They’re marching off to kingdoms made of jelly) (They’re painting murals on my belly) (They sleepwalk through the night, a secret show) (My happy toes, they’ll never let me go)
