Big Noise From Winnetka
Bob Crosby & His Orchestra Lyrics
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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!
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!"
[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!
The lyrics of Bob Crosby & His Orchestra's song "Big Noise from Winnetka" tell the story of a young girl who is the hippest chick in town. She's known as "Big Noise from Winnetka" because she stole every fellow's heart and then flew right out again. The song begins with the singer introducing the main character who just flew in from Winnetka and is looking fine and feeling sharp. She is confident and determined to blow the joint apart with her high heels and her footwork, which is an art. The chorus follows her arrival and refers to her as the big noise, telling listeners to stop, look and listen.
The second verse portrays the girl as tempting when she's walking and talking, and the listener can hear her squawking as she goes round and round. Then, the singer interrupts and makes a witty monologue. It is full of puns and talks about his band performing on stage, along with his three schochkies, whom he found on 42nd Street. The song rejoins the main character, who was too hot to handle and caused a scandal that she decided to depart. In the spirit of the lyrics, she thereafter became the Big Noise in everyone's heart.
Line by Line Meaning
This is the story of a young girl
This is about a girl who is the coolest and most popular in town
Who was the hippest chick in town.
She was the most fashionable and trendy girl in town
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Her nickname is Big Noise from Winettka
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Miss Birdie is well-known and popular in many places
Big Noise flew in from Winnetka,
Big Noise arrived from her hometown Winnetka
Stole each fellow's heart and then
She made all the boys fall in love with her
Big Noise flew right out again.
She left just as quickly as she arrived
Stop! Look! Listen! Here comes the Big Noise!
Pay attention to Big Noise, she's here!
I am the one they call the Big Noise.
The singer is referring to herself and her nickname
I'm looking fine and feeling sharp.
She is dressed well and feeling confident and cool
I just flew in from Winnetka, don't you know?
She just arrived from Winnetka, which the listeners should know
I'm gonna blow this joint apart!
The singer plans to excite and entertain the crowd
I got my high heels! I don't need no wheels!
She can walk in heels and doesn't need transportation
My footwork is an art!
Her dancing skills are impressive
You know the joint is jumpin',
The atmosphere here is exciting and thrilling
My heart is pumpin',
She is energized and excited
And this is just the start!
This is just the beginning of the fun
Whoa! I was a big noise from Winnetka,
The singer was also popular and well-known in Winnetka
I'll be a big noise in your heart!
She will leave an impression on the audience's hearts
Tempting when she's walkin',
She is alluring when she walks
Tempting when she's talkin'!
She is seductive when she speaks
Listen to her squakin'!
She is singing loudly and with passion
There she goes 'round again,
She's starting to perform again
Up and then down again,
Her movements are varied and exciting
In and then out, ooooh, bop!
Her dancing is sharp and impressive
"Hi! Welcome to another foul evening with the Divine Miss M!
This is the start of a spoken word section
"After many a summer dies the swan,"
A reference to 'youth is fleeting'
But not when their stuck in a turkey as big as this one!
An attempt to make a joke with a turkey metaphor
Watch us as we scratch and claw out hour
They will perform more and earn their keep
Upon the stage in yet another feeble-minded attempt
They're referring to their own performance
To turn chicken shit in to chicken salad.
To make something out of nothing
Make no mistake about it, eggs will be laid tonight!
They will perform well tonight
Ain't that right girls? Oh, my girls.
Asking her backup singers and confirming they're there
My three favorite schochkies on the breakfront of life.
Her three favorite people in the industry
I'll never forget the first time I found these girls,
She reminisces finding her backup singers
Selling their papayas on 42nd Street. So flushed, so filthy.
They had to work hard before they got here
The astonishing verbal abuse they heaped upon me made me certain
They verbally attacked her before they got along
We were destined to share the stage someday.
She knew they'd perform on stage together at some point
Not only are my girls fine singers and dancers,
Her backup singers are also talented performers
Not only are they gorgeous and talented,
They are attractive and talented
But they also think I'm god!
They adore and respect her
Ain't that right, girls?
Confirming that her backup singers agree
They function as a greek chorus.
They sing and commentate on her performance like Greek choruses did
These girls don't know shit about Euripides,
They don't know anything about Greek plays
But they know plenty about Trojans.
They know about prophylactics
Ladies and gentlemen, a rousing hand for the semi-classical Harlettes! Laides!
Introducing and hyping up her backup singers
Alright girls, sing 'em your siren song, go ahead.
Encouraging her backup singers to sing
Turn them men into pigs. Not the band, you idiots.
An attempt at humor, not a serious instruction
Those, that bunch right over there in the front row.
She's pointing at some men in the audience
Not much of a challenge, huh?
They're easy targets
This group is already well on its way to oink oink land.
Suggesting the men are already acting like pigs
Oops, so sorry. Once again behaving in a manner I had sworn to aschew.
Apologizing slightly sarcastically
Thank you. Once again falling into the vat of vulgarity.
Thanking the audience and teasing herself for being vulgar
Oh tut tut. I did so want to leave my sordid past behind and emerge
Sarcastically saying she wanted to act better than her past
Form this project beathed in a new and ennobling light.
She wanted to approach this project with a new, better attitude
I wanted to come out and be the sweet, pure, honest,
She wanted to be viewed as honest and good
Unadorned person that I really really am.
Suggesting she is often misunderstood and judged wrongly
But fortunately, just as I was about to rush down the path
But luckily she changed her mind
To repectability and righteousness,
To act with more respect and righteousness
A wee small voice called out to me in the night
She says a voice in her head spoke to her
And reminded me of the motto by which I've always tried to live my life:
That motto is 'F$CK 'EM IF THEY CAN'T TAKE A JOKE!'
I am the one they call the bi-I-I-I-g noise!
Repeating her nickname
I am a living work of art!
She's confident and admires herself
I just flew in from Winnetka, daddy-o!
Repeating that she just arrived from Winnetka
Everyone has a bit of big noise in his heart.
Everyone has a little bit of confidence and panache inside them
Everyone loves a little sin.
Everyone likes to be a little naughty
Well, I'm gonna be the first girl in the line
She'll be first to do something exciting
When the festivities begin!
When the fun starts, she'll be ready
I was a scandle, too hot to handle!
She's been in the center of attention before due to being controversial
They said, "You'd best depart!"
People wanted her to leave and not come back
Oh! Exit Big Noise from Winnetka.
Leaving again, just like before
Enter
She means enter her mind, not physically enter
Enter! Enter!
Inviting the audience to enter her frame of mind
Big Noise in his heart!
She hopes that her confidence and talent inspires the listener's heart
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BOB CROSBY, BOB HAGGART, GIL RODIN, RAY BAUDUC, ROBERT HAGGART
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@manfulify
The song that inspired Ed, Edd, n Eddy's theme! Definetly a classic! We need classy songs like this nowadays.
@postproductions2466
I came here straight from Ed Edd n Eddys wikipedia page
@ShizukuSeiji
Love how the drummer makes it look so effortless. What a cool cat.
@HotVoodooWitch
They both make it look SO EASY. I'm floored.
@porteii
Fantastically cool! 😎
@loumcconnell503
Ray Bauduc !
@michavandam
He's a Bobcat!
@UPdan
He's got a China cymbal on the bass drum. Trend setter.
@philipkreitzer8677
Just read an old letter from my father, a jazz buff, deceased at age 87, 2 years ago. He wrote, "one number that blew me away was performed by only two cats, Ray Bauduac and Bobby Hackett. I just listened. It blew me away and brought my dad back home. Nirvana
@sophiaperon
Bob Haggert on bass/whistling.