You're The Top

(album: Boy Meets Girl - 1957)

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

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, 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 Elvis's salary
You're cellophane

You're sublime
You're turkey dinner
You're the time
Of the Derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top
But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top
But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top