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The Big Noise from Winnetka

This song is by Bob Crosby and His Orchestra and appears on the compilation Top Hits of the 1930's (2008).

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
Whoa

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, ooh, 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
All right 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!"

(From the soundtrack:) "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

Credits

Written by:

Ray Bauduc; Robert Haggart; Bob Crosby; Gil Rodin

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