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 Coliseum.

You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum.

You're the 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 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!

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 Garbo's salary,

You're cellophane!

You're sublime; you're a 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!

You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad.

You're the top! You're a Berlin ballad.

You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire.

You're an O'Neill drama; you're Whistler's mama; you're Camembert.

You're a rose; you're Inferno's Dante.

You're the nose on the great Durante.

I'm a lazy lout, who is just about to stop,

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

And More!!:

You’re a Ritz hot toddy

You're a Brewster body

You're the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee

You're a Nathan Panning

You're Bishop Manning

You're broccoli

You're a prize

You're a night at Coney

You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni

You're an Arrow collar

You're a Coolidge dollar

You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent

You're an Old Dutch master

You're Mrs. Astor

You're Pepsodent

You're romance

You're the steppes of Russia

You're the pants on a Roxy usher

You're a dance in Bali

You're a hot tamale

You're an angel, you’re simply too, too, too diveen

You're a Botticelli

You're Keats

You're Shelley

You're Ovaltine

You're a boon

You're the dam at Boulder

You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder

You're the Tower of Babel

You're the Whitney Stable

By the River Rhine, You're a sturdy stein of beer

You're a dress from Saks's

You're next year's taxes

You're stratosphere