New Blowtop Blues — Deborah Cox

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 Well I discovered this morning that my wig is about to blow

Well I've been rocking on my feet Ad I've been talking all out of my head Well, well I've been rocking on my feet And I've been talking all out of my head And when I get through talking, I can't remember a thing I've said

Now I used to be a sharpie All dressed in the latest style But now I'm walking down Broadway Wearing nothing but a smile I see all kinds of little men Although they're never there I tried to push a subway train And poured whiskey in my hair I'm a gal who blew a fuse, I've got those blowtop blues

Last night I was five feet tall, Today I'm eight feet ten Every time I fall downstairs, I float right up again When somebody turned the lights on me it like to drove me blind I woke up this morning in Bellevue but I've left my mind behind I'm a gal you can't excuse, 'cause I've got those blowtop blues

Well I got high last night, and I took my man to his wife's front door Yes, yes I got juiced last night and I took my man to his wife's front door She was a 45-packin' mama, and I ain't goin' to try that no more!