You're The Top - Cole Porter

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 Coliseum

You're the top

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

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 turkey dinner

You're the time the time of a Derby winner

I'm a toy balloon that’s fated soon to pop

But baby if I'm the bottom

You're the top

You're the top

You're an arrow collar

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

You're the top

You're the top

You're a dance in Bali

You're the top

You're a hot tamale

You're an angel you

Simply too too too diveen

You're a Boticcelli

You're Keats

You're Shelly

You're Ovaltine

You're a boom

You're the dam at Boulder

You're the moon

Over Mae West's shoulder

I'm the nominee of the G O P

Or GOP

But if baby I'm the bottom

You're the top