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 -

mmm… 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.

Your 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, umm…

You're the top

I am?

- mmm …You're a Waldorf salad

Oh No, no let me say it

You're the top

me too?

- You're a Berlin ballad

You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire

well, Actually I don't dance very well

You're an O'Neill drama,

you're Whistler's Mother -

Mama

oh,

You're Camembert.

Camembert, well, You're a rose,

mmm. that is sweet

You're Inferno's Dante.

That's a very intellectual reference

You're the nose -

watch it!

I mean

Whatwhatwhawha what-

on the great Durante.

Ah, 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

Cuz if baby I'm the bottom,

You're the top.