You're the Top
101 Strings Orchestra Lyrics

At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
When it comes to writing poetry, I lack confidence and feel inadequate.

That I always have found it best, Instead of getting 'em off my chest, To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I prefer to keep my poetic thoughts to myself rather than risk putting them into words and facing ridicule.

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'm not a great performer when it comes to singing, but if my song isn't perfect, it's at least able to convey how amazing you are.

You're the top! 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 Shakespeart sonnet, You're Mickey Mouse.
You are the absolute best! You're up there with the greatest achievements of humanity, like the Colosseum and the Louvre. You're even as beautiful as a melody from a symphony or a sonnet by Shakespeare. And just like Mickey Mouse, you're timeless and beloved by everyone.

You're the Nile, You're the Tow'r 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 as impressive as the Nile River and as enduring as the Tower of Pisa. Your smile is as enigmatic and beautiful as the Mona Lisa's. Meanwhile, I feel like I'm worth nothing - just a failure who can't get anything right. But if I'm the worst, you're still the best!

Your words poetic are not pathetic On the other hand, boy, you shine And I can feel after every line A thrill divine down my spine.
Your poetry is anything but pathetic - in fact, it's quite remarkable. Every time I read your words, I feel a thrill that runs all the way down my spine.

Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans Might think that your song is bad, But for a person who's just rehearsin' Well I gotta say this my lad:
Even someone as talented as Vincent Youmans may not appreciate your song, but as someone who's just rehearsing, I have to say that you're amazing.

You're the top! You're Mahatma Ghandi. You're the top! You're Napolean brandy. You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain, You're the National Gall'ry, You're Garbo's sal'ry, You're cellophane.
You truly are the best - you're as great as Mahatma Gandhi and as strong as Napoleon brandy. You're even as beautiful as the purple light of a Spanish summer night, and as well-regarded as the National Gallery and Garbo's salary. You're even as transparent as cellophane!

You're sublime, You're a turkey dinner. You're 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!
You're absolutely amazing and sublime, even as grand as a turkey dinner. You're just like the time the Derby winner crossed the finish line - unforgettable and awe-inspiring. Meanwhile, I'm just a toy balloon that's bound to pop - but even if I'm the worst, you're still the best!

You're the top! You're an Arrow collar. You're the top! You're a Coolidge dollar. You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire, You're an O'Neill drama, You're Whistler's mama, You're Camembert.
You're simply unbeatable - you're as sharp as an Arrow collar, as valuable as a Coolidge dollar, and as light on your feet as Fred Astaire. You even have the substance and depth of an O'Neill drama and the cultural relevance of Whistler's mama. And just like Camembert, you're both sophisticated and effortless.

You're a rose, You're Inferno's Dante, You're the nost of the great Durante. I'm just in the way, as the French would say "De trop," But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top!
You're as lovely as a rose and as brilliant as Dante, and as memorable and beloved as the great Durante. Meanwhile, I feel like I'm just in the way, as the French might say. But even if I'm at rock bottom, you're still the absolute best!

You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad. You're the top! You're a Berlin ballad. You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent. You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster, You're Pepsodent.
You're simply the best! You're as sophisticated and tempting as a Waldorf salad, as memorable as a Berlin ballad, and as classy as a baby grand piano. You're even as timeless and revered as an old Dutch master painting, and as famous as someone like Mrs. Aster. And just like Pepsodent, you're bright, clean, and top-rated.

You're romance, You're the steppes of Russia, You're the pants on a Roxy usher. I'm a lazy lout that's just about to stop, But if Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top!
You're the very definition of romance, just as breathtaking and wide-ranging as the steppes of Russia. You're even as memorable as the pants on a Roxy usher! Meanwhile, I feel like I'm just about to give up, but even if I'm the bottom of the barrel, you're still at the very top.

You're the top! You're a dance in Bali. You're the top! You're a hot tamale. You're an angel, you simply too, too, too divine, You're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley, You're Ovaltine.
You truly are the best of the best! You're as exotic and mesmerizing as a dance in Bali and as spicy and tempting as a hot tamale. You're even as angelic and divine as the most beautiful angel in the sky, and as classic and enduring as Botticelli, Keats, and Shelley. And just like Ovaltine, you're comforting, warm, and familiar.

You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder, You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder. I'm a nominee of the G.O.P., But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top!
You're an absolute godsend, just like a boon that comes along just when you need it. You're even as impressive and awe-inspiring as the dam at Boulder or the moon over Mae West's shoulder. Meanwhile, I'm just a politician. But even if I'm nothing important, you're still at the very top!

You're the top! You're the Tower of Babel. You're the top! You're the Whitney Stable. By the River Rhine, You're a sturdy stein of beer, You're a dress from Saks's, You're next year's taxes, You're stratosphere.
You really are the very best! You're as grand and monumental as the Tower of Babel, as prestigious and enviable as the Whitney Stable. By the River Rhine, you're as reliable and strong as a sturdy stein of beer, and as stylish and sophisticated as a dress from Saks. And just like next year's taxes, you're both inevitable and impressive, reaching all the way to the stratosphere.

You're my thoist, You're a Drumstick Lipstick, You're the foist in the Irish svipstick, I'm a frightened frog that can find no log to hop, But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top!
You're everything to me - my world, my rock, my everything. You're even as delightful and silly as a Drumstick Lipstick or the foist in an Irish svipstick. Meanwhile, I feel like a scared frog who can't find a place to belong, but even if I'm the worst, you're still the very best!