Anything Goes
Eileen Rodgers Lyrics

At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
I'm no good at writing poetry

That I always have found it best, Instead of getting 'em off my chest, To let 'em rest unexpressed
I usually just keep my feelings to myself

I hate parading my serenading As I'll probably miss a bar
I'm not confident in my singing abilities

But if this ditty is not so pretty At least it'll tell you How great you are.
Even if this song isn't great, it's still a tribute to you

You're the top! You're the Coliseum.
You're the best, like the famous Coliseum

You're the top! You're the Louver Museum.
You're amazing, like the famous Louvre Museum

You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss You're a Bendel bonnet, A Shakespeare's sonnet, You're Mickey Mouse.
You're musical, fashionable, and classic, just like Strauss, Bendel, and Shakespeare, but also fun like 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
You're as impressive as famous landmarks, and I feel like a failure next to you

But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!
Even though I feel like a failure, you make up for it by being amazing

Your words poetic are not pathetic. On the other hand, babe, you shine,
Your poetry is not bad, in fact it's amazing

And I can feel after every line A thrill divine Down my spine.
Your poetry is so good, it gives me chills

Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans Might think that your song is bad, But I got a notion I'll second the motion And this is what I'm going to add;
Even though someone as talented as Vincent Youmans may not like your song, I think it's great

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're as great as famous leaders, and as beautiful as a Spanish summer night, but you're also as fascinating as an art gallery or Garbo's salary, and as useful as cellophane

You're sublime, You're turkey dinner, You're the time, the time of a 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're fantastic, like turkey dinner and a Derby winner, while I feel like I'm going to burst like a toy balloon. But you're so great that you make up for it

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 fashionable like an Arrow collar, impressive like a Coolidge dollar. You're also light on your feet like Fred Astaire, and as impressive as an O'Neill drama or Whistler's mother painting. You're even as enjoyable as camembert cheese

You're a rose, You're Inferno's Dante, You're the nose On the great Durante. I'm just in a way, As the French would say, "de trop".
You're as beautiful as a rose, and as talented as Dante! You're even on par with the great Durante's nose. I feel like I'm not needed, like the French would say - "de trop"

But if, baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top!
Although I feel inadequate, you make up for it by being great

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 diveen, You're a Boticcelli, You're Keats, You're Shelly! You're Ovaltine! You're a boom, You're the dam at Boulder, You're the moon, Over Mae West's shoulder, I'm the nominee of the G.O.P. Or GOP!
You're exciting, like a dance in Bali, and spicy like a hot tamale. You're even divine, like an angel, and as classic as Botticelli. Your greatness can be compared with Keats and Shelley. You're even as comforting as Ovaltine! You're powerful like a boom or a dam, but also as intriguing as the moon above Mae West. As for me, I'm just a nominee.

You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad. You're the top! You're a Berlin ballad. You're the boats that glide On the sleepy Zuider Zee, You're an old Dutch master, You're Lady Astor, You're broccoli! You're romance, You're the steppes of Russia, You're the pants, on a Roxy usher, I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop, But if, baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top!
You're diverse, like a Waldorf salad or a Berlin ballad. Even the tranquil boats on the sleepy Zuider Zee remind me of you. It's like you're a master painter like Lady Astor, but also as healthy as broccoli. You're also the embodiment of romance, and as strong and enduring as the steppes of Russia. You're even fascinating as the pants on a Roxy usher. I feel like I'm insignificant like a broken doll, but as long as you're around, it's all good.