New Blowtop Blues

I've got bad news baby

And you're the first to know

Yes, I've got bad news baby

And you're the first to know

Well, I discovered this morning

That my wig is about to blow

Well, I've been rocking on my feet

And I've been talking all out of my head

Yes, I've been rocking on my feet

And I've been talking all out of my head

And when I get through talking

I can't remember a thing

I've saidNow,

I used to be a sharpie

All dressed in the latest styles

But now I'm walking down

BroadwayWearing nothing but a smile

I see all kinds of little men

Although they're never there

I tried to push a subway train

And poured whiskey in my hair

I'm a gal who blew a fuse

I've got those blowtop blues

Last night

I was five feet tall

Today I'm eight feet ten

Every time

I fall downstairs

I float right up again

When someone turned the lights on me

It like to drove me blind

I woke up this morning in

BellevueBut

I've left my mind behind

I'm a gal you can't excuse'

Cause I've got those blowtop blues

Well, I got high last night

And I took my man to his wife's front door

Yes, I got juiced last night

And I took my man to his wife's front door

Oh but she was a 45-packin' mama

And I ain't goin' to try that no more