Blow Top Blues - Dinah Washington

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

I discovered this mornin' that my top is about to go!

I’ve been rockin' on my feet and talkin' all out of my head

Yes, I’ve been rockin' on my feet and talkin' all out of my head

Yes, and when I get through talkin', can’t remember a thing I said!

Used to be a sharpie, always dressed in the latest styles

Now I’m walkin' down Broadway wearin' nothin' but a smile!

I see all kinds o' little men, although they’re never there!

I try to push the «A» trail and put whisky in my hair!

I’m a girl you can’t excuse

I’ve got those blow top blues

Last night I was five feet tall, today I’m eight feet ten

And every time I fall down stairs I float right up again!

When someone turned the lights on me, it like to drove me blind

I woke up in Belle Vue, but I left my mind behind!

I’m a gal who blew a fuse

I’ve got those blow top blues