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!
|
|
-----------------
|
New Blowtop Blues
|
| Deborah Cox |
