Blow Top Blues

Blow Top Blues - Etta Jones/Buddy Johnson

I've got bad news baby

And you're the first to know

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

I've been rockin' on my feet

And talkin' all out of my head

When I get through talkin'

Don't remember a thing I said

I used to be a sharpie

Always dressed latest styles

Good 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 when trail

Put whisky even my hair

I'm a girl who 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

And 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