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!
