Album: Anything Goes (1934)
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  • 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 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,
    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, babe, 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 I got a notion
    I'll second the motion
    And this is what I'm going to add;

    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 turkey dinner,
    You're the time, the time of a Derby winner
    I'm a toy balloon thats fated soon to pop
    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,
    You're the nimble tread
    Of the feet of Fred Astaire,
    You're an O'Neill drama,

    You're Whistler's mama!

    You're camembert.

    You're a rose,
    You're Inferno's Dante,

    You're the nose
    On the great Durante.
    I'm just in a way,
    As the French would say, "de trop".
    But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
    You're the top!

    You're the top!
    You're a dance in Bali.
    You're the top!
    You're a hot tamale.
    You're an angel, you,
    Simply too, too, too divine,
    You're a Boticcelli,
    You're Keats,
    You're Shelly!

    You're Ovaltine!
    You're a boom,
    You're the dam at Boulder,
    You're the moon,
    Over Mae West's shoulder,
    I'm the nominee of the G.O.P. Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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