Blow Top 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
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 of little men, although they're never there
I tried to push the "A" train and poured whiskey 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 Bellevue, but I left my mind behind
I'm a gal who blew a fuse
I've got those blow top blues