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 Colosseum 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 I'm the Mona Lisa I'm a worthless cheque 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 a turkey dinner You're the tide of the Derby winter I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop But if baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top