It is appropriate that this video is so reminiscent of the 1944 horror film Voodoo Man, one of the worst movies ever made. Here we have one of the worst videos ever made, and Hall and Oates aren't nearly as much fun as Bela Lugosi and John Carradine. Don't even try to associate this with the song's lyrics. The setting seems to be a mummy's tomblike dungeon, where some vague sort of ritual is taking place—a man who looks something like a Las Vegas dealer is apparently either performing a marriage or selling raffle tickets. Meanwhile H and O themselves flounce around self-consciously, lip-synching badly while trying to give the appearance of being involved and coordinated. They fail on both counts.