You’re The Top

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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 sonnеt
You're Mickey Mouse
You'rе 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

[Chorus]
You're the top, you're Mahatma Ghandi
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