Ivy was still laughing, not
sure if she thought that Pilar was funny or the margaritas were still getting
to her. "Now it's Simone Russell, Charity Standish, and Kay and Jessica
Bennett!" the host announced.
"WHAT?!" Sam said
in shock. "Those are my daughters!"
Simone, Charity, Jessica
and Kay strutted onstage, each scantily dressed (think the artists in the video
for this song). "Hey everyone, Charity and I decided to put aside our
differences for the time being, especially since Miguel's outside
pimping," Kay explained. "So anyway, we're all going to sing Lady
Marmalade, because obviously Rebecca Hotchkiss is too stupid to realize
that it was first on the list. My apologies to Daddy, I guess we've been spending
too much time with our mother lately. So anyway, here we go."
Simone started out the song
with the intro:
Where all my soul sistas
Lemme hear yall flow sistas
They all joined in,
complete with a perfectly choreographed and very risque dance, then Jessica
went into her solo.
Hey sista ,sista go,
sista soul,flow sista
Hey sista ,sista go, sista soul,flow sista
He met Marmalade down in
old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the streets
She said "hello, hay Joe
You wanna give it a go"(oh)un huh
Giuchi, Guichi, ya ya
dada (hey hey hey)
Giuchi, Giuchi yaya here (here)
Mocha Chocolata ya ya (oh yeah)
Creole lady marmalade
What, what, what, what
oooh oh
They all again joined the
chorus, then Kay went into her verse.
Voulez vous coucher avec
moi ce soir
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
yea yea yea yea
He sat in her boudoir
while she freshened up
Boy drank all that Magnolia Wine,
All her black satin sheets, suades, dark greens yeah
Giuchi, Guichi, ya ya
dada (hey hey hey)
Giuchi, Giuchi yaya here (here)
Mocha Chocolata ya ya (oh yeah)
Creole lady marmalade
Voulez vous coucher avec
moi ce soir
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
Sam looked sick to his
stomach, sicker than when Julian or Grace was singing. "You okay?"
Ivy asked, worried.
"Not yet," Sam
answered and ran to the bathroom. Ivy shrugged and turned around to see Simone
go into a rapping solo.
Yea yea uh
We came through with the money in the garter bags
I let him know we bout that cake straight up 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
Imma keep playing these cats out like Atari
Wear high heel shoes get love from the dudes
Four bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge
Hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough sistas
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
By the case the meaning of expensive taste
If you wanna Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya
Mocha Chocalate-a what?
Creole Lady Marmalade
One more time C'mon now
Marmalade... Lady
Marmalade... Marmalade...
Sam walked back in.
"Great, you're just in time for Charity's solo," Ivy said.
"I don't know how much
more of this I can take," Sam replied. "I mean, Julian and Rebecca,
sure, it's good for a laugh. Grace, good for an excellent laugh. Theresa and
Gwen's catfight, fun to watch. Sheridan and Luis, our sweet, sentimental moment
for the evening. Miguel, again good for a laugh. Pilar and Eve, ridiculous. But
this—this easily takes the cake."
"Look," Ivy said.
"I'm up in two more, you're right after that then we sing together right
after that. We'll leave as soon as we're done and catch a plane to...Tahiti.
Sam grinned. "Tahiti?
You can get us there?"
Ivy shrugged. "Sure,
why not? I bet we could even steal the Crane jet." She giggled. "Come
on, it'll be so much fun!"
Sam thought about it for a
second. "Exactly how drunk are you?"
Ivy giggled again.
"Very."
Sam thought about it again,
then smiled. "Let's do it."
"Sweet!" Ivy said
and laughed some more as Charity began singing and the girls finished the song.
Hey Hey Hey!
Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth
Color of cafe au lait alright
Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried,
More-more-more
Kay:
Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5
Jessica:
Sleepin' the grey flannel life Charity:
But when he turns off to sleep memories creep,
More-more-more
Giuchi, Guichi, ya ya
dada (hey hey hey)
Giuchi, Giuchi yaya here (here)
Mocha Chocolata ya ya (oh yeah)
Creole lady marmalade
Voulez vous coucher avec
moi ce soir
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
Charity...(oh Leaeaa Oh)
Kay... (Lady Marmalade) Simone...(hey Hey! uh uh uh uh...) Jessica...(Oh Oh
oooo) Rot wailer baby...(baby) Moulin Rouge... (0h) Misdemeanor here...
Creole Lady Marmalade
Yes-ah......
The girls got up from their
ending pose and took a bow. "Yo, Kay!" Miguel shouted from the back.
"Yeah, babe?" she
screamed back.
"You comin'?"
"Yeah, chill,"
Kay retorted.
"I got their mens too
up in here," Miguel said.
"BABE! CHILL!"
Kay yelled back. "Ready, girls?"
"Uh huh," they
all replied in unison.
"Let's go," she
ordered as they all followed out after her, taking their guys with them.
