Lavay Smith & Her Red Hot Skillet Lickers New Blowtop 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
Well, I discovered this morning that my top was about to blow

Well, I'm rocking on my feet
Been talking all out of my head
Yes, I'm rocking on my feet
And talking all out of my head
And when I get through talking, can't remember a thing I've said

I used to be a sharpie
In the latest style
But now I'm walking down Broadway
Wearing nothing but a smile
I see all sorts of little men
Although they're never there
I tried to push a subway train
Poured whiskey in my hair
I am a girl you can't excuse
Yes, I've got the 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 shined their light on me, they like to drove me blind
I woke up in Bellevue but plumb mind is way behind
I'm a gal you can't excuse
Yes, I've got those blowtop blues

I got high last night, and I brought my man to his wife's front door
I got high last night, and I brought my man to his wife's front door
She is a .45-packin' mama, and I ain't goin' to try that no more!