Lyrics Dinah Washington – 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

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