text: 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?
  Itchi gitchi ya ya da da
  Itchi 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 
  That boy drank all that magnolia wine 
  On her black satin sheets where he started to freak
  Itchi gitchi ya ya da da
  Itchi 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 the can-can can
  Because the can-can can
  Ari-ari-ari-ah
  Ori-ori-ori-oh
  Because the can-can can
  Because the can-can can
  Because the can-can can can can can can can
  Everybody can can can!
  Everybody can can!
  
  Itchi gitchi ya ya da da
  Itchi gitchi ya ya here
  Mocha-choca-lata ya ya
  Creole lady marmalade
  Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
  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
  Aint nobody dope as me Im dressed so fresh so clean
  Dont you think Im so sexy Im dressed so fresh so 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
  Your love is such a thrill
  But your love wont pay my bills
  Money dont get everything its true
  What it dont get, I cant use
  I got money
  I got money
  I got money
  Why must I live this way?
  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 youre after
  Rouge, baby
  Strange but not a stranger
  Im an ordinary guy
  Burning down the house
  My house! out of the ordinary
  Thats right! Dont wanna hurt nobody
  Some things sure can sweep me off my feet
  Burning down the house
  Heres 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 youre after
  Shakedown! Dreams walking in broad daylight
  Hold tight wait till the partys over
  Burning down the house 
  Burning down the house 
  Burning down the house 
  Burning down the house 
  This is where all your dreams come true
  You are the Moulin Rouge!
  Marmalade
  Lady marmalade
  Marmalade
  Hey, hey, hey
  Itchi gitchi ya ya da da 
  Itchi gitchi ya ya here 
  Mocha-choca-lata ya ya
  Creole lady marmalade
  Ah, Ah
  Creole lady marmalade
  Whooo!