Way down south where the mangroves grow   Deep in the swamp down in the Bayou   There's a little story that's never been told   About a pretty widow who never grows old   And how she buried her soul with her wedding ring   Traded it off for that voodoo thing      She moves like the wind got a fire in her eyes   Well she can bring down rain from the clear blue skies   Make the sun go down with a wave of her hand   Well she can make a king of an ordinary man      She's gonna make you dance, she's gonna make you sing   When she gives you some of that voodoo thing   Ooh my voodoo thing      (guitar solo)      Like a heart held close to the edge of a knife   One kiss from her lips turn my blood turn to ice   I tried to run by the light of the moon   I said I'll never be back, but I spoke too soon   Well she made me dance and she made me scream   Did she give me some of that voodoo thing?   The voodoo thing   ooh my voodoo thing      (guitar out)      She'll put a spell on you...