This is the
story of a young girl who was the Einstein of the dance.
They called
her Big Noise from Winnetka, against her no one stood a chance.
Big Noise
blew in from Winnetka, stole each fellow's heart and then,
Big Noise
blew in from Winnetka, Big Noise blew right out again.
Boys were
sighing, their girlfriends crying, hearts were pounding when;
The Big Noise
dances, hence romances, it's just astounding when;
Big Noise
blew in from Winnetka, Big Noise blew right out again.
Stop! Look!
Listen! Listen to the Big Noise.
Stop! Look!
Listen! Listen to the Big Noise.
I am the one
they call the Big Noise. I got to dance my way to fame.
I just blew
in from Winnetka, that town will never be the same.
Now I had my
fun, and yet there's just one who's got me from the start.
I'd love to
conga a little bit longer but it keeps us apart.
Exit Big
Noise from Winnetka, enter Big Noise in his heart.
Big men move
me out. Senors zonk me out.
Zim zom zup
ma ma. Big men boo bop ba, bah ba doo wop.
Boodeeah baby
boodeeah baby boodeeah baby.
Boodeeah baby
boodeeah baby boodeeah baby baby baby over 'n' out.
She loves the
bass. She loves the drum.
She loves to
stay out late and dance the samba, samba, how she loves to samba,
rhumba,
salsa, limbo and pachenga.
She's so
restless she's on every guest list.
None can
please her. She'd say no to Ceaser.
Teach me, why
don't you teach me. Show me how to let go!
There she
goes 'round again, up and then down again, in and then out. Hooo!
When Big
Noise waltzes through the door the bouncer has to clear the floor,
'cause
everybody wants to see the girl get down, the girl get down.
And if you
try to hold me tight, I'll disappear into the night.
My lover's
waiting home for me (she don't do that! She don't do that!)
Everyone's
got a bit of Big Noise in his heart,
everyone
likes to toot his horn.
I've been the
Big Noise from Winnetka for so long,
time for a
new noise to be born.
'Cause I had
my fun and yet there's just one who's got me from the start.
Exit Big Noise
for Winnetka, enter Big Noise in my heart.
Onc she was
pickin' up the big boys . . .
Now I'm
pickin' up my little kids' toys . . .
Big Noise we
miss you.