sung in the movie "Divine Madness"
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 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!
Harlettes: 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 b 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!"
Bette: 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 . . .
Harlettes: Enter! Enter!
Big Noise in his heart!
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