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 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 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 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

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 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 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 I got juiced last night and I took my man to his wife's front door

Oh but she was a 45-packin' mama, and I ain't goin' to try that no more!