your gorgous little giggles make me want to smile,
your hyped up little legs make me want to run with you,
the banging you do on the old pots makes me want a pillow,
noise my young one noise it is it makes my world really spin,
the older you get the different it becomes,
from pots my dear friend to whistles followed by electric guitars,
noise my little one noise i say oh how it spins my world this way,
you awake the dead i swear and make them want to live again,
they ask for brains i swear i swear and the hunger sound like your pots,
pots of banging and thundering in my ears oh my daughter its just begun,
i swear i swaer noise is here noise is their but most of all my friend,
your noise is the best of them all hears a new pot and chop sticks,
please feel free to make my day and bang those pots to make that noise,
noise my dear that will wake the dead its time for brother to get up again.