Hot Voodoo

I was reminded of this performance by Marlene Dietrich by a post by Reclusive Leftist, who was suggesting Halloween outfits.

I first saw this in 1995 when I rented the movie to watch with my late life partner, Margaret Ardussi, after getting caught up in a biography of Marlene Dietrich that she had listened to from a recording made for the Books on Tape program for people with disabilities. I was happy to learn that Dietrich had lesbian crushes as a teenager and lesbian affairs as an adult — if she hadn’t, I probably wouldn’t find this so, uh, endearing, but she did, so I do. Less is more, Hollywood, less is more!

Reminder: all race cards expired at noon on January 20, 2009.

Lyrics:

Did you ever happen to hear of voodoo?

Hear it and you won’t give a damn what you do.

Tom-toms put me under a sort of voodoo.

And the whole night long I don’t know the right from wrong.

Hot voodoo, black as mud.

Hot voodoo, in my blood.

That African tempo, has made a slave.

Hot voodoo, dance of sin.

Hot voodoo, worse than gin.

I’d follow a cave man, right into his cave.

That beat gives me a wicked sensation.

My conscience wants to take a vacation.

Got voodoo, head to toes.

Hot voodoo, burn my clothes.

I want to go dancing, just wearing a smile.

Hot voodoo, I’m aflame.

I’m really not to blame.

That African tempo, is meaner than mean.

Hot voodoo, makes me brave.

I want to misbehave.

I’m beginning to feel like, an African queen.

Those drums bring out the devil inside me.

I need some great big angel to guide me.

Hot voodoo, gets me wild.

Oh fireman, save this child.

I’m going to blazes.

I want to be bad!