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, s 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

Tell me more!

You're the top, Sam, 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 Presley's salary

You're cellophane

You're sublime, you're like 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, shh

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

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