Blow Top Blues

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 morning that my top is about to go

I've been rocking on my feet

And talking all out of my head

Yes I've been rocking on my feet

And talking all out of my head

Yes and when I get through talking

Can't remember a thing I said

Used to be a sharpie

Always dressed in the latest styles

Now I'm walking down Broadway

Wearing nothing but a smile

I see all kinds of 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 Bellevue

But I left my mind behind

I'm a gal who blew a fuse

I've got those blow top blues