You're The Top

At words poetic, I'm so pathetic

That I always found it best

Instead of getting 'em off my chest

To let 'em rest unexpressed



I hate parading, serenading

As I'll probably miss the bar

But if this ditty is not so pretty

At least it'll tell you how great you are



You're the tops

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'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



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



Mama you're sublime

You're a turkey dinner

Oh, you're the time of a Derby winner

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



But if, baby, I'm the bottom

You're the top