| This is the story of a young girl
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| Who was the hippest chick in town
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| They call her Big Noise from Winettka
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| Miss Birdie’s sure to get around
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| Big Noise flew in from Winnetka
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| Stole each fellow’s heart and then
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| Big Noise flew in from Winnetka
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| Big Noise flew right out again
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| Stop! |
| Look! |
| Listen! |
| Here comes the Big Noise!
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| Stop! |
| Look! |
| Listen! |
| Here comes the Big Noise!
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| I am the one they call the Big Noise
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| I’m looking fine and feeling sharp
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| I just flew in from Winnetka, don’t you know?
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| I’m gonna blow this joint apart!
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| I got my high heels! |
| I don’t need no wheels!
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| My footwork is an art!
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| You know the joint is jumpin'
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| My heart is pumpin'
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| And this is just the start!
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| Whoa! |
| I was a big noise from Winnetka
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| I’ll be a big noise in your heart!
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| Whooooa!
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| Tempting when she’s walkin'
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| Tempting when she’s talkin'!
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| Listen to her squakin'!
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| There she goes 'round again
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| Up and then down again
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| In and then out, ooooh, bop!
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| «Hi! |
| Welcome to another foul evening with the Divine Miss M!
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| „After many a summer dies the swan,“
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| But not when their stuck in a turkey as big as this one!
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| Watch us as we scratch and claw out hour
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| Upon the stage in yet another feeble-minded attempt
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| To turn chicken shit in to chicken salad
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| Make no mistake about it, eggs will be laid tonight!
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| Ain’t that right girls? |
| Oh, my girls
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| My three favorite schochkies on the breakfront of life
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| I’ll never forget the first time I found these girls
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| Selling their papayas on 42nd Street. |
| So flushed, so filthy
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| The astonishing verbal abuse they heaped upon me made me certain
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| We were destined to share the stage someday
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| Not only are my girls fine singers and dancers
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| Not only are they gorgeous and talented
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| But they also think I’m god!
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| Ain’t that right, girls?
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| They function as a greek chorus
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| These girls don’t know shit about Euripides
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| But they know plenty about Trojans
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| Ladies and gentlemen, a rousing hand for the semi-classical
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| Harlettes! |
| Laides!
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| Alright girls, sing 'em your siren song, go ahead
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| Turn them men into pigs. |
| Not the band, you idiots
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| Those, that bunch right over there in the front row
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| Not much of a challenge, huh?
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| This group is already well on its way to oink oink land
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| Oops, so sorry. |
| Once again behaving in a manner I had sworn to aschew
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| Thank you. |
| Once again falling into the vat of vulgarity
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| Oh tut tut. |
| I did so want to leave my sordid past behind and emerge
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| Form this project beathed in a new and ennobling light
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| I wanted to come out and be the sweet, pure, honest
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| Unadorned person that I really really am
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| I wanted to show you the good beneath the gaudy
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| The saint beneath all this paint, the sweet, pure
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| Winsome little soul that lurks beneath this lurid exterior
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| But fortunately, just as I was about to rush down the path
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| To repectability and righteousness
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| A wee small voice called out to me in the night
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| And reminded me of the motto by which I’ve always tried to live my life:
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| F$ck 'em if they can’t take a joke!»
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| «Hi! |
| „After many a summer dies the swan,“
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| But not when she’s stuck in a turkey the size of this one!
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| Make no mistake about it folks, eggs will be laid tonight!
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| Ain’t that right girls? |
| Oh, my girls
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| My three favorite schochkies on the breakfront of life
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| I’ll never forget the first time I found these girls
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| Peddling their papayas on 42nd Street
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| Not only are my girls fine singers and dancers
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| Not only are they gorgeous and talented
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| But they also think I’m god!»
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| I am the one they call the bi-I-I-I-g noise!
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| I am a living work of art!
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| I just flew in from Winnetka, daddy-o!
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| I’m gonna blow this joint apart!
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| Everyone has a bit of big noise in his heart
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| Everyone loves a little sin
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| Well, I’m gonna be the first girl in the line
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| When the festivities begin!
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| I was a scandle, too hot to handle!
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| They said, «You'd best depart!»
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| Oh! |
| Exit Big Noise from Winnetka
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| Enter
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| Enter! |
| Enter!
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| Big Noise in his heart! |