On Top
JR Lyrics


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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 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.

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!

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.
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:

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'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'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'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'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 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'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 da foist in da 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!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to JR's song "On Top" are playful and romantic, with a jazzy swing tempo that sets the mood for the words. The first stanza describes the feeling of being too nervous to express one's feelings in a direct way, preferring to hint at them in poetry and song lyrics. The singer acknowledges that their verses may not be perfect, but they hope that it conveys how great their lover is. The subsequent stanzas allude to various historical and cultural icons, from the Louvre Museum to Vincent Youmans, and how the singer's lover is even greater than these landmarks and influences. The repetition of "You're the top!" adds emphasis to each comparison and reinforces the message of how amazing the partner is.


The second stanza repeats the theme of the lover being greater than even the most respected cultural figures. The singer acknowledges that people who are gifted like Youmans may not appreciate his amateur songwriting, but nevertheless, he insists that his lover is still "the top." The subsequent stanzas continue with the comparisons, including the "nimble tread" of Fred Astaire's feet and the "nost" of Durante. Finally, the last stanza references the Tower of Babel and the Whitney Stable, both symbols of great beauty and strength. The singer acknowledges that he may be a "frightened frog," but his lover remains "the top."


Overall, the song celebrates the incredible qualities of the singer's lover and the way that their presence eclipses even the most prominent figures in history and culture. The playful use of comparisons adds a whimsical touch to the song, while the jazz tempo creates a sense of joy and romance.


Line by Line Meaning

At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
When it comes to expressing myself poetically, I'm terrible at it.


That I always have found it best, Instead of getting 'em off my chest, To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I usually keep my feelings inside and don't express them to anyone.


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 like singing or performing in front of others because I'm not very good at it, but even though this song might not be perfect, it's still meant to express how wonderful 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 best, like the great works of art and music, and even something as fun as Mickey Mouse.


You're the Nile, You're the Tow'r of Pisa, You're the smile on the Mona Lisa.
You are amazing and iconic, like the great Nile river, the leaning Tower of Pisa, and the smile of the Mona Lisa painting.


I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop, But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top!
I may not be much, but you make up for it by being the best, and I still feel lucky to be with you.


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:
Someone who's truly talented might not think much of this song, but for me, someone who's just getting started, it's a way of expressing my love and appreciation for you.


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 are the best, like the great Gandhi and Napoleon, and even something as seemingly insignificant as cellophane.


You're sublime, You're a turkey dinner. You're the time of the Derby winner.
You are amazing, from the simple pleasure of a Thanksgiving turkey dinner to the excitement of the Kentucky Derby winner.


I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop. But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top!
I feel insignificant and temporary, but even so, you make me feel like I'm still on top of the world just by being with you.


You're the top! You're an Arrow collar. You're the top! You're a Coolidge dollar.
You are the best, like the best clothes and the best money.


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 are amazing, from the great dance moves of Fred Astaire to the beautiful paintings of Whistler, and even something as delicious as Camembert cheese.


You're a rose, You're Inferno's Dante, You're the nost of the great Durante.
You are amazing, from the beauty of a rose to the incredible works of Dante and 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!
I feel like I'm just getting in the way, just an afterthought, but even so, you are still the best and make me feel happy just being with you.


You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad. You're the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You are the best, like the finest foods and music.


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 are amazing, like the finest musical instruments, the great paintings of Dutch masters, and even something as simple as toothpaste like Pepsodent.


You're romance, You're the steppes of Russia, You're the pants on a Roxy usher.
You are amazing, from the beauty of romance and the grandeur of the Russian steppes, to even something as mundane as the uniform of a theater usher.


I'm a lazy lout that's just about to stop, But if Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top!
I feel like I'm lazy and not doing much, but even so, you make me feel like I'm still on top of the world just by being with you.


You're the top! You're a dance in Bali. You're the top! You're a hot tamale.
You are the best, like the finest dances in Bali and the spiciest hot tamales.


You're an angel, you simply too, too, too diveen, You're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley, You're Ovaltine.
You are amazing, like a beautiful angel, the incredible art of Botticelli, and the poetry of Keats and Shelley, even something as simple as Ovaltine.


You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder, You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
You are amazing, like a wonderful boon or blessing, the great engineering feat of the Boulder Dam, and even the beauty of the moon shining over the shoulder of a famous actress like Mae West.


I'm a nominee of the G.O.P. or GOP, But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top!
I'm just a nominee for a political party like the G.O.P., but even so, you make me feel like I'm still on top of the world just by being with you.


You're the top! You're the Tower of Babel. You're the top! You're the Whitney Stable.
You are the best, like the great Tower of Babel in ancient times and the famous Whitney Stable of thoroughbred racehorses.


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 are amazing, like the great German beer served by the Rhine river, the finest fashions from Saks Fifth Avenue, and even the most awe-inspiring heights of the stratosphere.


You're my thoist, You're a Drumstick Lipstick, You're da foist in da Irish svipstick.
You are amazing, like my closest friend and confidant, something as fun as a Drumstick ice cream cone or a tube of lipstick, and even the first person in an Irish drinking game.


I'm a frightened frog that can find no log to hop, But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top!
I feel scared and alone like a frog without a log, but even so, you make me feel like I'm still on top of the world just by being with you.




Lyrics Β© Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Cole Porter

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