Apartment Wrestling Maximum Balloon (Ft. David Byrne)

There’s a dance I do when no one is looking
There’s a dance that leads to something bizarre
I know some say I’m overindulgent
There’s a dance I do when I’m in my car

Here comes that hurricane
Oh, tell somebody, got somebody
She’s moving this a way
Oh, with somebody, help somebody

There’s a steep hill, road kill, looking it over
Raise an eyebrow, slow down, wouldn't ya know
Space ship, hand grip, pocket decoder
There's wet naps, road maps, all over the floor

Taught myself apartment wrestling
Taught myself the way it’s done
Learned to dance among the shadows
Found a way to dance at home

Don’t turn my love away
Oh, tell somebody, got somebody
We wrestle everyday
Oh, with somebody, help somebody

In a world so full of emotional garbage
It’s no wonder some folks go it alone
You can pile that shit from here to Alaska
That’s the reason I’ll be dancing at home