Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Big Noise from Winnetka, artist - Spain. Album song Music from the Films Woody Allen, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 08.09.2003
Record label: Soul Vibes
Song language: English
The Big Noise from Winnetka |
This is the story of a young girl |
Who was the hippest chick in town |
They call her Big Noise from Winettka |
Miss Birdie’s sure to get around |
Big Noise flew in from Winnetka |
Stole each fellow’s heart and then |
Big Noise flew in from Winnetka |
Big Noise flew right out again |
Stop! |
Look! |
Listen! |
Here comes the Big Noise! |
Stop! |
Look! |
Listen! |
Here comes the Big Noise! |
I am the one they call the Big Noise |
I’m looking fine and feeling sharp |
I just flew in from Winnetka, don’t you know? |
I’m gonna blow this joint apart! |
I got my high heels! |
I don’t need no wheels! |
My footwork is an art! |
You know the joint is jumpin' |
My heart is pumpin' |
And this is just the start! |
Whoa! |
I was a big noise from Winnetka |
I’ll be a big noise in your heart! |
Whooooa! |
Tempting when she’s walkin' |
Tempting when she’s talkin'! |
Listen to her squakin'! |
There she goes 'round again |
Up and then down again |
In and then out, ooooh, bop! |
«Hi! |
Welcome to another foul evening with the Divine Miss M! |
„After many a summer dies the swan,“ |
But not when their stuck in a turkey as big as this one! |
Watch us as we scratch and claw out hour |
Upon the stage in yet another feeble-minded attempt |
To turn chicken shit in to chicken salad |
Make no mistake about it, eggs will be laid tonight! |
Ain’t that right girls? |
Oh, my girls |
My three favorite schochkies on the breakfront of life |
I’ll never forget the first time I found these girls |
Selling their papayas on 42nd Street. |
So flushed, so filthy |
The astonishing verbal abuse they heaped upon me made me certain |
We were destined to share the stage someday |
Not only are my girls fine singers and dancers |
Not only are they gorgeous and talented |
But they also think I’m god! |
Ain’t that right, girls? |
They function as a greek chorus |
These girls don’t know shit about Euripides |
But they know plenty about Trojans |
Ladies and gentlemen, a rousing hand for the semi-classical |
Harlettes! |
Laides! |
Alright girls, sing 'em your siren song, go ahead |
Turn them men into pigs. |
Not the band, you idiots |
Those, that bunch right over there in the front row |
Not much of a challenge, huh? |
This group is already well on its way to oink oink land |
Oops, so sorry. |
Once again behaving in a manner I had sworn to aschew |
Thank you. |
Once again falling into the vat of vulgarity |
Oh tut tut. |
I did so want to leave my sordid past behind and emerge |
Form this project beathed in a new and ennobling light |
I wanted to come out and be the sweet, pure, honest |
Unadorned person that I really really am |
I wanted to show you the good beneath the gaudy |
The saint beneath all this paint, the sweet, pure |
Winsome little soul that lurks beneath this lurid exterior |
But fortunately, just as I was about to rush down the path |
To repectability and righteousness |
A wee small voice called out to me in the night |
And reminded me of the motto by which I’ve always tried to live my life: |
F$ck 'em if they can’t take a joke!» |
«Hi! |
„After many a summer dies the swan,“ |
But not when she’s stuck in a turkey the size of this one! |
Make no mistake about it folks, eggs will be laid tonight! |
Ain’t that right girls? |
Oh, my girls |
My three favorite schochkies on the breakfront of life |
I’ll never forget the first time I found these girls |
Peddling their papayas on 42nd Street |
Not only are my girls fine singers and dancers |
Not only are they gorgeous and talented |
But they also think I’m god!» |
I am the one they call the bi-I-I-I-g noise! |
I am a living work of art! |
I just flew in from Winnetka, daddy-o! |
I’m gonna blow this joint apart! |
Everyone has a bit of big noise in his heart |
Everyone loves a little sin |
Well, I’m gonna be the first girl in the line |
When the festivities begin! |
I was a scandle, too hot to handle! |
They said, «You'd best depart!» |
Oh! |
Exit Big Noise from Winnetka |
Enter |
Enter! |
Enter! |
Big Noise in his heart! |