Lyrics:

He met Marmalade down in old New Orleans
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She says: 'Hello, hey Joe you wanna give it a go'
Getcha, getcha ya, ya da, da
Getcha ya, ya, here
Mocha Chocolata 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
And he drank her magnolia wine
Upon her black satin sheets
Where he started to freak
Touchin' her skin, feelin' silky smooth
Colour of café au lait
Made the savage beast inside
Roar until it cried
More, more, more
Now he's back home
Doin' old nine to five
Livin' his gray flannel life
But when he turns off to sleep
Het gets memories that creep
More, more, more
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?
Getcha, getcha ya, ya, da, da
Getcha, getcha ya, ya, here
Mocha chocolata ya, ya
Creole Lady Marmalade