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 knowWell, I discovered this morning
That my wig is about to blowWell, I've been rocking on my feet
And I've been talking all out of my head
Yes, I've been rocking on my feet
And I've been talking all out of my headAnd when I get through talking
I can't remember a thing I've saidNow, I used to be a sharpie
All dressed in the latest styles
But now I'm walking down Broadway
Wearing nothing but a smileI see all kinds of little men
Although they're never there
I tried to push a subway train
And poured whiskey in my hairI'm a gal who blew a fuse
I've got those blowtop bluesLast night I was five feet tall
Today I'm eight feet ten
Every time I fall downstairs
I float right up againWhen someone turned the lights on me
It like to drove me blind
I woke up this morning in Bellevue
But I've left my mind behindI'm a gal you can't excuse
'Cause I've got those blowtop bluesWell, I got high last night
And I took my man to his wife's front door
Yes, I got juiced last night
And I took my man to his wife's front doorOh but she was a 45-packin' mama
And I ain't goin' to try that no more