| Song | They Dance |
| Artist | Golden Earring |
| Album | The Hole |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hay, Kooymans | |
| 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 | |
| RioSellin' 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 meanIf you know what | |
| I meanBut 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 flavor | |
| Boot tap a different beat, | |
| Doberman 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 soul belongs, their soul belongs to music | |
| That's why you dance! |
| zuo ci : Hay, Kooymans | |
| 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 | |
| RioSellin' 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 meanIf you know what | |
| I meanBut 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 flavor | |
| Boot tap a different beat, | |
| Doberman 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 soul belongs, their soul belongs to music | |
| That' s why you dance! |
| zuò cí : Hay, Kooymans | |
| 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 | |
| RioSellin' 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 meanIf you know what | |
| I meanBut 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 flavor | |
| Boot tap a different beat, | |
| Doberman 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 soul belongs, their soul belongs to music | |
| That' s why you dance! |