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.

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 a turkey dinner

You're the time of a derby winner

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

I'm a total wreck, a flop

I'm an option that no one picked up

But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top.