You’re the Top

Lyrics

[Intro] To all my neighbors in Brooklyn It might have taken me thirty-three years But I did finally come back here, right? And you are a swell audience As a matter of fact [Verse 1] You're the top You're the silk and satin You're the top You can keep Manhattan Give me Bedford-Stuy And a cool rap by Jay-Z You're a maharaja A Brooklyn Dodger You're family You are the art In an old museum You're the taste Of a cold egg cream, yum You're a Brooklyn Net On a private jet nonstop Come on, baby, there's no maybe You're the top [Verse 2] You're the town That begat Judge Judy Lena Horne And of course, yours truly You are Danny Kaye And Houdini and Mae West You are Cracker Jacks Like the great Koufax Baby, you're the best You are the shine On Liz Taylor's rings You're the crown On my [?] You're a Brooklyn Height And an all-night coffee shop Listen, baby, there's no maybe You're the top (We're wearing the same color) [Verse 3] You're the top You're a Brooklyn trolley You're the top (Now my favorite) You are a hot bialy Talkin' Brooklyn means Sayin' dese and dems and dose You're a Rolls Royce dealer A Wonder Wheeler You're vintage clothes You are the top Brighton Beach Boardwalker You're the top You are a real straight talker And you know it's true It's an accent you can't drop Hey there, Brooklyn, you're good lookin' I smell Chinese food a-cookin' I'm so glad I took this bookin' 'Cause you are the top [Outro] Yeah, Barbra, woo