Lyrics

You're the top (You're the top) You're the top (You're the top) You're the top (You're the top, you're the top) At words, poetic, I'm so pathetic That I always have found it best Instead of getting them 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 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 Tower 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 You're the top! You're Mahatma Gandhi You're the top! You're Napoleon brandy 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 Repose, you're Inferno's Dante You're the nose on the great Durante I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop But if baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top