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Overture / You're the Top
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hal Linden
Hal Linden
Vocals
Eileen Rodgers
Eileen Rodgers
Vocals
Julian Stein
Julian Stein
Orchestra Director
Lawrence Kasha
Lawrence Kasha
Conductor
Ted Simons
Ted Simons
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cole Porter
Cole Porter
Composer
Julian Stein
Julian Stein
Orchestrator
Lawrence Kasha
Lawrence Kasha
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Foglesong
James Foglesong
Producer

Lyrics

At words poetic I'm so pathetic That I always have found it best Instead of getting them off my chest, To let 'em rest Unexpressed I hate paradin,' My seranadin' As I'll probably miss a bar So, if my ditty Is not so pretty, At least it will tell you how great you are You're the top You're the colisseum 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! Your words poetic Are not pathetic On the other hand, boy you shine And I can feel after ev'ry line, A thrill divine, Down my spine Some critical meanie Like Toscaninni Might think that your song is bad But I've got a notion I'll second the motion And this is what I'm going to add You're the top, You're a silver dollar, You're the top, You're an Arrow Collar You're the nimble thread on the feet of Fred Astaire You're an O'Neill drama, You're Whistler's mama, You're Camembert You're the pearl, That the divers fetch up, Milton Berle, And tomato ketchup I'm a toy balloon, That's fated soon to pop But if baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! You're the top, You're a Caesar salad You're the top, You're a Berlin ballad You're the boy I'd swipe For the perfect type of male You're an old Dutch master, You're Lady Astor, You're Chippendale You're a rose You're Inferno's Dante, You're the nose On the great Durante I'm just in the way As the French would say "De trop" But if baby, I'm the bottom, But if baby, I'm the bottom, But if baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! You're the top You're a new invention, You're the top, You're the fourth dimension, You're the purple light Of a summer night in Spain You're the National Gall'ry, You're Garbo's salary, You're cellophane You're romance You're the steppes of Russia You're the pants On a Roxy usher I'm a broken doll, A folderol, A flop! But if baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top!
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