You're the Top

At words poetic, I'm so pathetic That I always found it best Instead of getting 'em off my chest To let 'em rest unexpressed I hate parading, serenading As I'll probably miss the bar But if this ditty is not so pretty At least it'll tell you how great you are You're the tops 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's sonnet You're Mickey Mouse You're the Nile You're the Tower of Pisa Mama, 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 Crosby's salary You're cellophane Mama you're sublime You're a turkey dinner Oh, you're the time of a Derby winner I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop But if, baby, I'm the bottom You're the top