The Diction Dogs

by Holly go lightly1

Personally, I couldn't make head or tails of *what* they were singing on the "Moulin Rouge" soundtrack. Or at least "Lady Marmalade." Read the demented version I've been singing all summer before I discovered online lyrics.

*Let me explain: I have very poor hearing and many singers have even poorer diction. Thus, the creation of what I think all these people are saying...before I get the lyrics off the Internet.

*Let's see....Oh, this is my first Moulin Rouge fiction! Hah, mahvelous. I plan to write something about Toulueasse...Toulouasse...um...er...Henri, after I do some more research. For instance, the spelling of his name.

*I don't own Moulin Rouge or the songs.

*right then.

Lady Mahma-lad

Whesama sole, sistahs.

Lemme hear yaflow, sistahs.

Hey sister, go, sister, flow, sister, soul sister.

Aw.

Hey sister, go, sister, flow, sister, soul sister.

He met mahmalade down in old Moulin Rouge.

Struttin' her stuff on the street.

She said "Hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?" -oh.

Gitchie gitchie ya ya da da.

Gitchie gitchie ya ya heeeear.

Mocha choca lata ya ya

Hoo yeah.

Be yo Lady Marmalade.

Ohwoaaaaaaaho.

Voulez vou chouchez avec moi c'est soir?

(C'est soir)

Voulez vouz couchez avec moi?

Yeh yeh yeh yeh. (This always sounds like someone choking on their Happy Meal.)

He sat in her boudoir wall she freshened aaap.

Oh, drank all dat magnolia wine.

Oh her, dark satin jeans sways dak free.

*messed up chorus*

*can you imagine how much my made up lyrics pissed off all my friends all summer?*

We come froo with da money in the garbage bags

Let em know we got cake straight of da date.

Aw.

Indepedont women some mistake us fuwhores

Sayin "Why spend mine when I can spend yours?"

Aw.

Sifstah free? Well dat's you, and I'm sorry.

I'm gonna keep playin' dees catzout lika tawry.

Ow yo shoes, gettin' luv from da dooz,

Four bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge.

*there's a reason I didn't like this song till I knew what the lyrics were....I thought it was such a dumb song for so long....Then I realized I was just stupid.*

*Oops, missed some lyrics. But I got them.*

*Uh oh. Christina. She has the worst diction in the world.*

Touch of the skin feelin silky smooth

Let that little cow feel your leg.

*okay, I could not understand this at all*

Day, zat freeks don wolin to da cry.

Now he's in da car doin' 95.

Keep don the grey shanel kite.

Then he, turned off Sweet Mary's creek.

More more, etc.

*And the song is repetition.*

*Sorry. I'm a diction fanatic. Gah. Walk around singing these lyrics and I guarantee you, you'll get stared at. I'm sorry! This is what I thought they were for the longest time!*