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

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