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 liked to drive me blind I woke up in Bellevue, but I left my mind behind I'm a girl who blew a fuse I've got those blow top blues