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 collosseum
You're the top! you're the louvre museum
You're the 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 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!

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 the derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop
But if baby I'm by 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'neal 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 masy leroux who's just about to stop
But if baby I'm the bottom you're the top!