You're the top
(You're the top)
You're the top
(You're the top)
You're the top
(You're the top, you're the top)
At words, poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best
Instead of getting them 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!
You're Mahatma Gandhi
You're the top!
You're Napoleon brandy
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 Repose, you're Inferno's Dante
You're the nose on the great Durante
I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop
But if baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top