Lyrics
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 met 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 like Sarah singing
You're, you're the bomb
You're just like you're swingin'
You're the modern song oh the greatest song that I've ever sung
You're a masterpiece
You're oh so cool,
You're Lester Young
You're the highest that's in the downbeat magazine tally
You're the guy that owns Tin Pan Alley
Oh you're Tatum's left hand Lena Horne who won't stop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top
But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top
You're the top
You're the top
You're the top
Cole Porter
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