New Blowtop Blues - Dinah Washinton

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

Ad I’ve been talking all out of my head

Well, well 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 style

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 somebody 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, yes I got juiced last night and I took my man to his wife’s front door

She was a 45-packin' mama, and I ain’t goin' to try that no more!