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
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 (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
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 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!