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 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'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 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 the National Gallery, you're Garbo's salary, you're camembert. You're sublime, you're a turkey dinner You're 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!