You’re the Top

[Intro]
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best
Instead of getting it off my chest
To let it 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 will tell you how great you are

[Verse 1]
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 a Mickey Mouse

[Verse 2]
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
Oh, yeah

[Verse 3]
You're the top
You're Mahatma Gandhi
You're the top
Oh yes, you're Napoleon's brandy
You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain
You're a National Gallery, a modern salary
You're cellophane

[Verse 4]
You're sublime
You're a turkey dinner
You're the time
Oh, of the Derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom
Baby, I'm the bottom
Oh, you're, you're the top