Lyrics:

From the Album: * The hole Down in the latin quarter Down on dead - end street Down in the basement brother That's where I'm bound to be Trading payday weekly For a welfare check My baby's cryin' crazy Ain't seen nothing yet Own a cardboard shelter With a classic view on Rio Sellin' cigarettes to the tourists down below Girl's a sixteen year old carnival queen Too poor to strike a match If you know what I mean If you know what I mean But they dance to that voodoo rhythm Oh - they can't do without it They dance it's such an old tradition That your soul belongs Your soul belongs to music They dance Not too far from the ghetto Life has a different feel Food has a different flavour Boot tap a different beat Doberman's will be watchin' Your every single move You know you can't trust a stranger Baby, oh ain't that the truth Ain't that the truth now They dance to that voodoo rhythm Oh - they can't do without it They dance it's such an old tradition That your soul belongs Your soul belongs to music They dance to that voodoo rhythm Oh - they can't do without it They dance it's such an old tradition Their souls belongs Their soul belongs to music That's why they dance! They dance to that voodoo rhythm Oh - they can't live without it but they dance it's such an old tradition Their your soul belongs Their soul belongs to music That's why you dance!