文本歌词

Blow Top Blues - Etta Jones
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 mornin'
That my top is about to go
I've been rockin' on my feet
And talkin' all out of my head
I've been rockin' on my feet
And talkin' all out of my head
When I get through talkin'
Don't remember a thing I said
I used to be a sharpie
Always dressed latest styles
Good now I'm walkin' down
Broadway wearin' nothin' but a smile
I see all kinds o' little men
Although they're never there
I try to push the when trail
Put whisky even my hair
I'm a girl who can't excuse
I've got those blow top blues
Last night I was five feet tall
Today I'm eight feet ten
And every time I fall down
Stairs I float right up again
When someone turned the lights on me
It like to drove me blind
And I woke up in Belle Vue
But I left my mind behind
I'm a gal who blew a fuse
I've got those blow top blues