At words poetic I'm so patheticThat I always have found it bestInstead of getting 'em off my chestTo let 'em rest unexpressedI hate parading my serenadingAs I'll probably miss a barBut if this ditty is not so prettyAt least it'll tell you how great you are
You're the top! you're the CollosseumYou're the top! you're the Louvre MuseumYou're the melody from a symphony by StraussYou're a Bendel bonnetA Shakespeare SonnetYou're Mickey Mouse!
You're the Nile! You're the Tow'r of PisaYou're the smile, on the Mona Lisa!I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop!But if baby I'm the bottomYou're the top!
You're the top, you're Mahatma GandhiYou're the top! you're Napoleon brandyYou're the purple light, of a summer night in SpainYou're the National Gallery, you're Garbo's salaryYou're cellophane!
You're sublime, you're a turkey dinnerYou're the time, of the Derby WinnerI'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to popBut if baby I'm by the bottom you're the top!
You're the top, you're a Waldorf saladYou're the top, you're a Berlin balladYou're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred AstaireYou're an O'Neal drama, you're Whistler's mama, you're camembert
You're a rose, you're inferno's DanteYou're the nose, on the great DuranteI'm a lazy lout who's just about to stopBut if baby I'm the bottomYou're the top!