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 Louvre Museum

You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss

You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet

You're Mickey Mouse (meow)

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

(Take it)

You're the top

You're Mahatma Ghandi

You're the top

You're Napolean 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, ha

You're the time

Of a Derby winner

I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop

I'm a total wreck, a flop

I'm an option that no one picked up

But if, baby, I'm the bottom

You're the top