Welcome To The Moulin Rouge!

Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister
Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister

He met Marmalade down at old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She said "hello, hey Joe, wanna give it a go?" Oh, ah-ah

Gitchi gitchi ya-ya da-da
Gitchi gitchi ya-ya here
Mocha-choca-lata ya-ya
Creole Lady Marmalade

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?

He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up (hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister)
The boy drank all that magnolia wine (hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister)
On her black satin sheets where he started to freak, yeah

Gitchi gitchi ya-ya da-da
Gitchi gitchi ya-ya here
Mocha-choca-lata ya-ya
Creole Lady Marmalade

Hello chickens! Yes, it's me!
Your own beloved Harold Zidler, in the flesh!
Welcome to the Moulin Rouge!

Because we can-can can (because we can-can can)
Because we can-can can (because we can-can can)

Hi-de hi-de hi-de hi (hi-de hi-de hi-de hi)
Ho-de ho-de ho-de ho (ho-de ho-de ho-de ho)

Because we can-can can (because we can-can can)
Because we can-can can (because we can-can can)
Can-can can-can can-can can-can
Everybody can-can! (Can-can can-can can-can can-can)

Ha ha! (Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!)
(Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo-Woo!) Ya ha ha ha ha ha!
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

Everybody can-can! (Because we can-can can)
(Because we can-can can, because we can-can can)
(Because we can-can can, because we can-can can)

Gitchi gitchi ya-ya da-da (yes, ladies! Yeah!)
Gitchi gitchi ya-ya here (ha ha ha)
Mocha-choca-lata ya-ya (woo, ha ha)
Creole Lady Marmalade

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
(Yeah!) Hey, hey, hey, hey
Everybody can-can

For the gallery, it's peanuts and lager
But for the aristocracy, it's quail eggs and caviar
Ladies and gentlemen
May I introduce, the Duke du Monroth

(Who do you think you are?)
(Oh yeah!) Ain't nobody dope as me
I'm dressed so fresh, so clean (so fresh, and so clean, clean)
Don't you think I'm so sexy?
I'm dressed so fresh, so clean (so fresh, and so clean, clean)

The best things in life are free
But you can keep them for the birds and bees

I got money (that's what I want)
That's what I want (that's what I want)
That's what I want
That's what I want (that's what I want)
That's what I want (that's what I want)

Your love give me such a thrill
But your love don't pay my bills
Money don't get everything, it's true
But what it don't get, I can't use

I got money (that's what I want)
That's right, money (that's what I want)
I got money (that's what I want)

Why must I live this way (hey, must be the money)
But there is another Paris, yes?
These are the rats of the Latin quarter
The starving artists and thieves of Montmartre
Our own beloved Bohemians!

Watch out you might get what you're after
Rouge, baby!
Strange but not a stranger
I'm an ordinary guy
Burning down the house

My house out of the ordinary
That's right don't wanna hurt nobody
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet
Burning down the house

Here's your ticket pack your bag
It's time for jumpin' overboard
Transportation is here
Close enough but not too far
Maybe you know where you are
Fightin' fire with fire

Let's dance
Let's sway
Let's dance
Let's sway

And now it's time for the breakdown
(Ah, ah, ah, ah!)

Watch out you might get what you're after
Shakedown! Dreams walking in broad daylight
Hold tight! Wait 'til the party's over

Burning down the house (burnin')
Burning down the house (burnin')
Burning down the house (burnin')
Burning down the house

This is where all your dreams come true
You are the Moulin Rouge!

Marmalade (yeah)
Lady Marmalade (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Marmalade (yeah)
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey)

Gitchi gitchi ya-ya da-da (you spin me right round, baby, right round)
Gitchi gitchi ya-ya here (like a record baby, right round, round, round)
Mocha-choca-lata ya-ya (you spin me right round, baby)
(Burnin' down the house) Creole Lady Marmalade
(Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah)

Creole Lady Marmalade!
Woo!