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!