What a beau ti ful noise

com in’ up from the street.

Got a beau ti ful sound;

it’s got a beau ti ful beat.

It’s a beau ti ful noise

go in’ on ev ’ry where.

Like the click e ty clack of a train on a track, it’s got rhy thm to spare.

It’s a beau ti ful noise;

and it’s a sound that I (C)love.

And it fits me as (F)well

as a hand in a (G)glove.

Yes, it does;

yes, it does.

What a beau ti ful (C)noise

com in’ up from the park.

It’s the song of the kids,

and it plays un til dark.

It’s the song of the (C)cars

on their fu ri ous flights,

but there’s e ven ro mance in the way that they dance to the beat of the lights.

It’s a beau ti ful (F)noise,

and it’s a sound that I (G)love.

And it makes me feel good

like a hand in a (G)glove.

Yes it does;

yes it does.

It’s a beau ti ful (C)noise

made of joy and of strife.

Like a sym pho ny played by the pass ing pa rade, it’s the mu sic of life.

It’s a beau ti ful (F)noise,

and it’s a sound that I (G)love.

And it makes me feel good

like a hand in a (G)glove.

Yes it does;

yes it does.

It’s a beau ti ful What beau ti ful (C)noise

com in’ in to my room.

And it’s gin’ for me

just to give it a (C)tune.