You're The Top
Barbra Streisand Lyrics

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'm not good with expressing my feelings, so I prefer to keep them to myself instead of telling you how much you mean to me

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 good at singing or serenading, but even if this song is not very pretty, I hope it conveys how amazing I think you are

You're the top - you're the Coliseum. You're the top - mmm? 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 amazing, you’re like the Coliseum in Rome, the Louvre Museum in Paris, a melody from a song by Strauss, a hat by Bendel, a poem by Shakespeare, Mickey Mouse, the Nile River, the Tower of Pisa, the smile on the Mona Lisa, and everything awesome in the world. I’m not as great but if I’m considered at the bottom, baby, you’re definitely at the top.

You're the top, you're Mahatma Gandhi. 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.
You’re way beyond amazing. You’re like Mahatma Gandhi, Napoleon Brandy, the purple light of a summer evening in Spain, the National Gallery, the salary of Garbo, and even cellophane. You’re just sublime, like a delicious turkey dinner, and feel like the winner of the Derby race. I, on the other hand, am just a toy balloon that may pop any time. But hey, if I’m considered the bottom, you’re definitely the top.

You're the top (I am?) - mmm You're a Wardof's cellar Oh No, no let me say it You're the top (me too?) - You're a Berlin ballad 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 (oh), You're Camembert. You're a rose, (mmm. sweet) You're Inferno's Dante. You're the nose - watch it!I mean Whatwhatwhawha what- on the great Durante. That's better
You’re amazing, like a vintage bottle of Wardof's cellar, a beautiful ballad from Berlin, the nimble footwork of Fred Astaire, an exciting drama from O'Neill, and the famous painting Whistler's Mother. You’re a delicious cheese, Camembert, a sweet and fragrant rose, Dante from Inferno, and the famous nose of Durante. Even if you don't dance very well, you're amazing in every other way.

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 'I'm Coz if baby I'm the bottom, You're the top.
I'm not very great, lazy, and probably not as accomplished as some others. But who am I kidding? I know you're the one for me because, if I'm the bottom, then she’s at the top!