You're The Top

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

You're the top, you're the Collosseum

You're the top, you're the Louvre Museum

You're the 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 of 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 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

You're the top, you're a Waldorf salad

You're the top, you're a Berlin ballad

You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire

You're an O'Neal 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 a lazy lout who is just about to stop

But if, baby, I'm the bottom

You're the top