You're The Top
Ella Fitzgerald Lyrics

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'm not good with expressing myself through poetry or writing. It's easier for me to keep my thoughts to myself instead of risking sounding foolish or being misunderstood.

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
I don't enjoy singing or performing in front of others because I'm always afraid of messing up. But I'm willing to make an exception because I want to express how amazing you are.

You're the top, you're the Collisseum You're the top, you're the Louvre Museum You're the melody from a symphony by Strauss You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet, you're Mickey Mouse
You are the epitome of greatness, the top of the line. You are like the Colosseum or the Louvre, well-known and respected by all. You are like the beautiful melody of a Strauss symphony or the beloved character 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 are like the mighty Nile river or the Tower of Pisa, strong and beautiful. You have a smile that is like the enigmatic Mona Lisa. Meanwhile, I feel like a total failure in comparison, but that just emphasizes how amazing you are.

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 are like the wise and inspiring Mahatma Gandhi or the luxurious Napoleon brandy. You are like the beautiful twilight of a Spanish summer night or the prestigious National Gallery. You are even like the expensive salary of Garbo or the transparent but useful cellophane material.

You're sublime, you're a turkey dinner You're the time of the Derby Winner I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop But if baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top
You are absolutely wonderful, almost like a heavenly experience. You are like the exciting time during the Derby Winner event. Meanwhile, I feel like a small and temporary thing, but you're still the best.

You're the top, you're a Waldorf salad You're the top, you're a Berlin ballad You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire You're an O'Neal drama, you're Whistler's mama, you're camembert
You represent many things that are considered the best, such as the delicious Waldorf salad or the nostalgic Berlin ballad. You even embody the graceful and skillful dancing of Fred Astaire, the intense drama of O'Neal, the mother of Whistler who inspired her son, and the beloved camembert cheese.

You're a rose, you're inferno's Dante You're the nose, on the great Durante I'm a lazy lout who is just about to stop But if baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top
You are like beautiful and fragrant roses or even the famous Dante who described the devastating Inferno in his literary masterpiece. You are like the signature nose of Durante, which was a part of his charm. Meanwhile, I feel defeated and demotivated, but still, you are above all of that.