At words poetic I'm so pathetic   That I always have found it best   Instead of getting it 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 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 Ghandi   You're the top you are 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 are sublime, you're a Turkey dinner   You're the time 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, top      Steve, there is something I got to tell ya   What is it Judy? Well      You're the top I am? You're a ward of's cellar   Oh no, no let me say it   You're the top, me too? That's right   You're a Berlin ballad oh, it's nice   You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire   Actually I don't dance very well   You're an O'Neill drama, you're Whistler's mother   Mama sorry, you're Camembert      You're a rose, that is sweet   You're inferno's Dante   You're the nose watch it, I mean   What, what, wha, wha what on the great Durante, that's better   I'm the lazy lout who is just about to storm let's not storm      But if baby I'm the bottom   She's the one for me   And I've got 'im   'Coz if baby I'm the bottom   You're the top