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