歌词
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
He met marmalade down in old moulin rouge
Struttin’ her stuff on the street
She said, “hello, hey jo,
You wanna give it a go?” Oh!
Giuchie, giuchie, ya ya dada
Giuchie, giuchie, ya ya here
Mocha chocalata 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
Boy drank all that magnolia wine
On her black satin sheets
Is where he started to freak, yeah
Giuchie, giuchie, ya ya dada
Giuchie, giuchie, ya ya here
Mocha chocalata 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!
Hidee hidee hidee hi!
Hodee hodee hodee ho!
Because you can can can
Because you can can can
Because you can can
Can can can can can can
Everybody can can!
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Everybody can can!
Because you can can can!
Giuchie giuchie ya ya da da
Giuchie giuchie ya ya here
Mocha chocolata ya ya
Creole lady marmalade
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
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 de 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’ve got money
That’s what I want
That’s what I want
That’s what I want
That’s what I want
Your love gives 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’ve got money
That’s what I want
That’s right money
That’s what I want
I’ve 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 want to 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!
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!
This is where all your dreams come true
You are the Moulin Rouge!
Marmalade
Lady marmalade
Marmalade
Creole lady marmalade!
Creole lady marmalade!
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7.Firework