You're The Top - Jeri Southern

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 Louver 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 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 of a Derby winner

I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop

But if baby I'm the bottom

You're the top