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 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
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 a Derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that's 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 that's just about to stop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top

Da da da da

You're a rose
You're Inferno's Dante
You're the nose
On the great Durante
I'm a lazy lout that's just about to stop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom
But if, baby, I'm the bottom
But if, baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top



Credits
Writer(s): Cole Porter, Augusto Luiz Browne De Campos
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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