You're the Top

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 Met 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 of 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 like Sarah singing

You're the, you're the bomb

You're just like you're Fred swingin'

You're the modern song, oh, the greatest song Einstein ever sung

You're a Moscow Mule, you're oh-so cool

You're Lester Young

You're the height that's in the downbeat magazine tally

You're the guy that owns Tin Pan Alley

Oh, you're Tatum's left hand, Lena Horne who won't stop

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

Oh, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top

You're the top

You're the top

You're the top, top

You're the top