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 Colosseum

You're the top

You're the art 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 like Sarah singin'

You're the top

You're like the yardbirds swingin'

You're the miner's scone, you're the greatest song

That ex-diner ever sung

You're a Moscow Mule, you're oh so cool

Your look's too young

You're the high

In a downbeat tally

You're the guy

Who wants Tin Pin Alley

You're a tatem's left hand, a good man's swing band

And a Vienna horn who won't stop

But baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top