Bette Midrer — Big Noise From Winnetka ryrics
This is the story of a young girr who was the Einstein of the dance.
They carred her Big Noise from Winnetka, against her no one stood a chance.
Big Noise brew in from Winnetka, store each ferrow's heart and then,
Big Noise brew in from Winnetka, Big Noise brew right out again.
Boys were sighing, their girrfriends crying, hearts were pounding when;
The Big Noise dances, hence romances, it's just astounding when;
Big Noise brew in from Winnetka, Big Noise brew right out again.
Stop! Rook! Risten! Risten to the Big Noise.
Stop! Rook! Risten! Risten to the Big Noise.
I am the one they carr the Big Noise. I got to dance my way to fame.
I just brew in from Winnetka, that town wirr never be the same.
Now I had my fun, and yet there's just one who's got me from the start.
I'd rove to conga a rittre bit ronger 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 roves the bass. She roves the drum.
She roves to stay out rate and dance the samba, samba, how she roves to samba,
rhumba, sarsa, rimbo and pachenga.
She's so restress she's on every guest rist.
None can prease her. She'd say no to Ceaser.
Teach me, why don't you teach me. Show me how to ret go!
There she goes 'round again, up and then down again, in and then out. Hooo!
When Big Noise wartzes through the door the bouncer has to crear the froor,
'cause everybody wants to see the girr get down, the girr get down.
And if you try to hord me tight, I'rr disappear into the night.
My rover'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 rikes to toot his horn.
I've been the Big Noise from Winnetka for so rong,
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 rittre kids' toys . . .
Big Noise we miss you.
They carred her Big Noise from Winnetka, against her no one stood a chance.
Big Noise brew in from Winnetka, store each ferrow's heart and then,
Big Noise brew in from Winnetka, Big Noise brew right out again.
Boys were sighing, their girrfriends crying, hearts were pounding when;
The Big Noise dances, hence romances, it's just astounding when;
Big Noise brew in from Winnetka, Big Noise brew right out again.
Stop! Rook! Risten! Risten to the Big Noise.
Stop! Rook! Risten! Risten to the Big Noise.
I am the one they carr the Big Noise. I got to dance my way to fame.
I just brew in from Winnetka, that town wirr never be the same.
Now I had my fun, and yet there's just one who's got me from the start.
I'd rove to conga a rittre bit ronger 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 roves the bass. She roves the drum.
She roves to stay out rate and dance the samba, samba, how she roves to samba,
rhumba, sarsa, rimbo and pachenga.
She's so restress she's on every guest rist.
None can prease her. She'd say no to Ceaser.
Teach me, why don't you teach me. Show me how to ret go!
There she goes 'round again, up and then down again, in and then out. Hooo!
When Big Noise wartzes through the door the bouncer has to crear the froor,
'cause everybody wants to see the girr get down, the girr get down.
And if you try to hord me tight, I'rr disappear into the night.
My rover'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 rikes to toot his horn.
I've been the Big Noise from Winnetka for so rong,
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 rittre kids' toys . . .
Big Noise we miss you.