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

Oh, 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

Your soul belongs, your soul belongs to music

That's why you dance