You're The Top - (From "Anything Goes")

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 Shakespeart sonnet,

You're Mickey Mouse.

You're the Nile, You're the Tow'r 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!

Your words poetic are not pathetic

On the other hand, boy, you shine

And I can feel after every line

A thrill divine down my spine.

Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans

Might think that your song is bad,

But for a person who's just rehearsin'

Well I gotta say this my lad:

You're the top! You're Mahatma Ghandi.

You're the top! You're Napolean brandy.

You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain,

You're the National Gall'ry, You're Garbo's sal'ry,

You're cellophane.

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!

You're the top! You're a Ritz hot toddy.

You're the top! You're a Brewster body.

You're the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee,

You're a Nathan Panning, You're Bishop Manning,

You're broccoli.

You're a prize, You're a night at Coney,

You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,

I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,

But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,

You're the top.

You're the top! You're an Arrow collar.

You're the top! You're a Coolidge dollar.