At words poetic, I'm so pathetic   That I always found it best   Instead of getting 'em off my chest   To let 'em rest unexpressed      I hate parading, serenading   As I'll probably miss the bar   But if this ditty is not so pretty   At least it'll tell you how great you are      You're the tops   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 Shakespeare's sonnet   You're Mickey Mouse      You're the Nile   You're the Tower of Pisa   Mama, 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 Crosby's salary   You're cellophane      Mama you're sublime   You're a turkey dinner   Oh, you're the time of a Derby winner   I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop      But if, baby, I'm the bottom   You're the top