You're the Top
Dean Elliot Lyrics

At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
I am terrible at writing poetry

That I always have found it best, Instead of getting 'em off my chest, To let 'em rest unexpressed.
Rather than expressing my bad poetry, I prefer to keep it to myself

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.
Although I am not good at singing, I still serenade you with this song because it tells you 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'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 are the best of the best, like the Colosseum, the Louvre, and even Mickey Mouse. You are so wonderful that even the Mona Lisa pales in comparison. I am nothing compared to you, but you are 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 ability to write poetry is not pathetic, in fact, it is amazing. After every line you write, I feel a divine thrill down my spine because you are that good

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 for someone like me who is just rehearsing, I have to say that it is 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'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 are the greatest, like Mahatma Ghandi or Napolean's brandy. You shine bright like the purple light of a summer night in Spain or Garbo's salary. You are even amazing like cellophane. You are sublime and as great as a turkey dinner or the time of the Derby winner. Compared to you, I am like a toy balloon that is about to pop. But even if I am the bottom, you are still the top

You're the top! You're a Ritz hot toddy. You're the top! You're a Brewster body. You're the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee, You're a Nathan Panning, You're Bishop Manning, You're broccoli. You're a prize, You're a night at Coney, You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni, I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop, But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top.
You are the best, like a Ritz hot toddy or a Brewster body. You are like the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee or the person Nathan Panning or Bishop Manning. You are even like broccoli. You are a prize or a night at Coney or the eyes of Irene Bordoni. Compared to you, I am like a broken doll or a fol-de-rol or a blop. But even if I am the bottom, you are still the top

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 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 are the top, like an Arrow collar or a Coolidge dollar. You have the nimble tread of Fred Astaire or are like an O'Neill drama or Whistler's mama or Camembert. You are even better than a rose or Inferno's Dante or the nose of Durante. Compared to you, I am just in the way or "De trop," as the French say. But even if I am the bottom, you are still the top

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 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 are the best, like a Waldorf salad or a Berlin ballad. You are like a baby grand piano for a lady and a gentleman or an old dutch master or Mrs. Aster or even Pepsodent. You are the personification of romance or the steppes of Russia or even the pants on a Roxy usher. Compared to you, I am a lazy lout who is about to stop. But even if I am the bottom, you are still the 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'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. or GOP, But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top!
You are the best, like a dance in Bali or a hot tamale. You are like an angel, simply too divine, or Botticelli or Keats or Shelley, or even Ovaltine. You are a boon, like the dam at Boulder or the moon over Mae West's shoulder. Compared to you, I am just a nominee of the GOP. But even if I am the bottom, you are still the 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'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 are the best, like the Tower of Babel or the Whitney stable. You are a sturdy stein of beer by the River Rhine, or a dress from Saks's, or even next year's taxes. You are even like the stratosphere. You are my thuos or a Drumstick Lipstick or even the foist in the Irish swipstick. Compared to you, I am like a frightened frog who cannot find a log to hop on. But even if I am the bottom, you are still the top