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[Harlettes]
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!
[Bette]
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 jumping
My heart is pumping
And this is just the start
Whoa! I was a big noise from Winnetka
I'll be a big noise in your heart
Whooooa
[Harlettes]
Tempting when she's walking
Tempting when she's talking
Listen to her squaking
There she goes 'round again
Up and then down again
In and then out, ooooh, bop
[Bette]
"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 tchotchkes 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 scandal
Too hot to handle
They said you'd best depart
Oh! Exit Big Noise from Winnetka
Enter, Enter, Enter
Big Noise in his heart
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