You're The Top

At words poetic I'm so pathetic That I always have found it best Instead of getting it 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 Coliseum 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 Ghandi You're the top you are 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 are sublime, you're a Turkey dinner You're the time 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, top Steve, there is something I got to tell ya What is it Judy? Well You're the top I am? You're a ward of's cellar Oh no, no let me say it You're the top, me too? That's right You're a Berlin ballad oh, it's nice You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire Actually I don't dance very well You're an O'Neill drama, you're Whistler's mother Mama sorry, you're Camembert You're a rose, that is sweet You're inferno's Dante You're the nose watch it, I mean What, what, wha, wha what on the great Durante, that's better I'm the lazy lout who is just about to storm let's not storm But if baby I'm the bottom She's the one for me And I've got 'im 'Coz if baby I'm the bottom You're the top