*since I don't speak French nor Gulla, please excuse my spelling. Am D Am D Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista Am D Am D hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista. Am D He met Marmalade down in old New Orleans, Am D struttin her stuff on the street. she said, Dm Em Hello Joe, you wanna give it a go? Chorus... Am D Am D Gitchi, gitchi, ya-ya, da-da. Gitchi, gitchi, ya-ya here. Am D Dm Am Mocca chocolata, ya-ya. creole lady Marmalade. she said, Am D D Am D voules-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir. Voules vous avec moi. Am D he stayed in her boudoir while she freshened up. Am D That boy drank all that magnolia wine, on her Dm Em black satin sheets, I swear he started to freak. when she said, (chorus) Instrumental..Am F Am F E E E Hey, hey, hey... Am D Am D Seeing her skin feeling silky smoothe, color of cafe' au lait, made the Dm Em E E E savage beast inside roar, until it cried.. More, more, more! Am D Am D Now he's at home doing nine to five. Living his life of lies. Dm Em E E E But when he turns off to sleep, old memories keep. More, more, more! (chorus) E Creole lady Marmalade