He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way. He had a boogie style that no one else could play. He was the top man at his craft, but then his number
It's ninety-three degrees, and the radio says a storm front's movin' in. Sure is hot. There's a double feature down at the Fox, but everybody's seen it
Here comes the rose, looking mighty fine. Here comes ol' nancy, walking right in time. Here comes the stripper, bringing on the night. Here come the boys
Got my mother's eyes and my father's hair Does anybody really care? It's gettin' cold out here Well, I keep walkin' with my head held high With my head
Well, I'm leavin' my family, leavin' all my friends My body's at home, but my heart's in the wind Where the clouds are like headlines upon a new front
I saw her today at the reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she was gonna meet her connection At her feet was a footloose man And I said, you
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
译文: 手段，贝蒂. 噪音大从温内特卡 - 神疯狂版.
