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 said Now I used to be a sharpie All dressed in the latest styles But now I'm walking down Broadway Wearing 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 Bellevue but 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 forty-five-packin' mama, and I ain't goin' to try that no more --- New Blowtop Blues - Dinah Washington