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
And 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 LeRoy
You're the Coliseum

You're the top
Oh baby
You're the Louver 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 LeRoy
You're Mahatma Gandhi Hiram
Mmm 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  Mmm of a Derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop
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
You're the top
You're an arrow collar
LeRoy you're the top

You're a Coolidge dollar
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 just in a way
As the French would say  "de trop"
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

You're a Waldorf salad
You're just the top
You're a Berlin ballad
You're the boats that glide
On the sleepy Zuider Zee
You're an old Dutch master
You're Lady Astor
Baby you're broccoli

You're romance
You're the steppes of Russia
You're the pants  on a Roxy usher
I'm a broken doll  a fol-de-rol  a blop
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