You’re the Top

Lyrics

(Verse) At words poetic, I'm so pathetic That I always have found it best Instead of getting 'em off my chest To let 'em rest unexpressed I hate parading my serenading As I'll probably miss a bar But if this ditty is not so pretty At least it'll tell you how great you are (Chorus 1) You're the top You're the Colosseum You're the top You're the Louvre Museum You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet You're Mickey Mouse You're the Nile You're the Tow'r of Pisa You're the smile On the Mona Lisa I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop But if, baby, I'm the bottom You're the top (Chorus 2) You're the top You're Mahatma Gandhi You're the top You're Napoleon brandy You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain You're the National Gallery, you're Garbo's salary You're cellophane You're sublime You're a turkey dinner You're the time Of the Derby winner I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop But if, baby, I'm the bottom You're the top (Chorus 3) You're the top You're an Arrow collar You're the top You're a Coolidge dollar You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire You're an O'Neill drama, you're Whistler's mama You're Camembert You're a rose, you're Inferno's Dante You're the nose on the great Durante I'm just in the way as the French would say "De trop" But if, baby, I'm the bottom You're the top (Chorus 4) You're the top You're a Waldorf salad You're the top You're a Berlin ballad You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent You're an old dutch master, you're Mrs. Astor You're Pepsodent You're romance You're the steppes of Russia You're the pants On a Roxy usher I'm a lazy lout that's just about to stop But if baby, I'm the bottom You're the top (Chorus 5) You're the top! You're a Ritz hot toddy You're the top! You're a Brewster body You're the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee You're a Nathan panning, you're Bishop Manning You're broccoli You're a prize You're a night at Coney You're the eyes Of Irene Bordoni I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop But if, baby, I'm the bottom You're the top (Chorus 6) You're the top! You're a dance in Bali You're the top! You're a hot tamale You're an angel, you simply too, too, too diveen You're a Botticelli, you're Keats, you're Shelley You're Ovaltine You're a boon You're the dam at Boulder You're the moon Over Mae West's shoulder I'm a nominee of the G.O.P. or GOP But if, baby, I'm the bottom You're the top! (Chorus 7) You're the top! You're the Tower of Babel You're the top! You're the Whitney Stable By the River Rhine, you're a sturdy stein of beer You're a dress from Saks's, you're next year's taxes,' You're stratosphere You're my thoist You're a Drumstick Lipstick You're da foist In da Irish svipstick I'm a frightened frog that can find no log to hop But if, baby, I'm the bottom You're the top!