Etta James — Blow Top Blues

I've got bad news, baby And you're the first to know I've got bad news, baby And you're the first to know I discovered this morning that my top is about to blow I've been rocking on my feet And been talking all out of my head I've been rocking on my feet And been talking all out of my head When I get through talking, don't remember a thing I've said I used to be a sharpie Always dressed in the latest styles 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 Poured whiskey in my hair I'm a gal you can't excuse, I've got those blowtop blues Last night I was five feet tall, today I'm eight feet ten And every time I fall downstairs, I float right up again When somebody turned the lights on me it like to drove me blind And I woke up in Bellevue but I've left my mind behind I'm a gal who blew a fuse, I've got those blowtop blues