You’re the Top

Lyrics
[Preamble] 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 probably missed 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 tops! You're the Coliseum You're the top! You're a Louve Museum You're a melody From a symphony by Strauss You're a Bendel bonnet A Shakespeare's sonnet, you're Mickey Mouse You're the Nile, you're the Tower of Pisa Mama, 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 Crosby's salary, you're cellophane You're sublime, you're turkey dinner You're the time, the time of a Derby winner I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top! (Scat)
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Credits
- Writers
- Cole Porter