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 in old Moulin Rouge

Struttin' her stuff on the street

She said, "Hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?"

Gitchie gitchie ya ya da da

Gitchie gitchie ya ya here

Mocha chocolata 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

That 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

Gitchie gitchie ya ya da da

Gitchie gitchie ya ya here

Mocha chocolata 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 you can-can can

Because you can-can can

Because you can-can can

Because you can-can can

Hi de hi de hi de ha

Hi de hi de hi de ha

Ho de ho de ho de ho

Ho de ho de ho de ho

Because you can-can can

Because the can-can can

Because you can-can can

Because the can-can can

Because the can-can can can can can can can

Everybody can-can

Everybody can-can

Because you can-can can

Because you can-can can

Because you can-can can

Because you can-can can

Because you can-can can

Gitchie gitchie ya ya da da

Gitchie gitchie ya ya here

Mocha chocolata ya ya

Creole Lady Marmalade

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 gentleman

May I introduce the Duke du Monroth

Who do you think you are?

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

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

Watch out, you might get what you're after

Shakedown, dreams walking in broad daylight

Hold tight, wait till 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

Lady marmalade

Marmalade

Hey, hey, hey

Gitchie gitchie ya ya da da

You spin me right 'round, baby, right 'round

Burning down the house

Gittchie gitchie ya ya here

Like a record, baby, right 'round, 'round, 'round

Burning down the house

Mocha chocalata ya ya

You spin me right 'round, baby

Burning down the house

Creole Lady Marmalade

Ah, ah

Creole Lady Marmalade

Woo