Lyrics Original Translation Bilingual
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 ย (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 ย 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! ย