Song ‧ 2001
Where’s all my soul sista’s?
Lemme hear y’all flow sista’s
Hey sista’, go sista’, soul sista’, flow sista’ (uh)
Hey sista’, go sista’, soul sista’, go sista’
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?”
Oh! Uh-huh
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, da-da (hey, hey, hey)
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, here (here)
Mocha Chocolata, ya-ya (ooh, yeah)
Creole Lady Marmalade
(What-what, what-what, what-what?)
Ooh, oh
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? (Oh-oh)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up
(Hey sista’, go sista’, soul sista’, flow sista’)
Boy drank all that Magnolia wine
On her black satin sheets where he started to freak, yeah
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, da-da (da-da-da)
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, here, ooh, yeah, yeah
Mocha Chocolata, ya-ya (yeah, yeah)
Creole Lady Marmalade, uh
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? (Ce soir)
(What, what, what?)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? (Ooh)
Yeah, yeah, uh
We come through with the money and the garter belts
Let him know we ’bout that cake straight out the gate (uh)
We independent women, some mistake us for whores
I’m sayin’, “Why spend mine when I can spend yours?”
Disagree? Well, that’s you, and I’m sorry
I’ma keep playing these cats out like Atari (like Atari)
Wear high heel shoes, get love from the dudes
Four badass chicks from the Moulin Rouge, uh
Hey sista’s, soul sista’s, betta get that dough, sista’s
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
By the case, the meaning of expensive taste
If you wanna Gitchie, Gitchie, ya-ya (come on)
Mocha Chocolata (what?)
Creole Lady Marmalade
One more time, c’mon now
Marmalade (ooh, oh)
Lady Marmalade (ooh, yeah, yeah)
Marmalade (no, oh, yeah)
Hey, hey, hey!
Touch of her skin, feeling silky smooth, oh
Color of café au lait, alright
Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried
More (more), more (more), more
Now he’s back home doin’ 9 to 5 (9 to 5)
He’s livin’ the grey flannel life
But, when he turns off to sleep, memories creep
More (more), more (more), more
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, da-da (da-da, yeah)
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, here (ooh)
Mocha Chocolata, ya-ya (yeah)
Creole Lady Marmalade
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? (Ce soir)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? (All my sista’s, yeah)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? (Ce soir)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? (C’mon! Uh)
Christina (hey, oh)
P!nk (Lady Marmalade)
Lil’ Kim (hey, hey, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Mýa (oh, oh, ooh)
Rockwilder, baby (baby)
Moulin Rouge (oh-ooh; da-da)
Misdemeanor here
Creole Lady Marmalade
Ooh, ooh, yes-ah