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You're the Top
The Dave Brubeck Quartet Lyrics
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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 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'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!
The song You're the Top, by The Dave Brubeck Quartet, is a playful back-and-forth duet between two lovers, one of whom showers the other with lavish compliments. The lyrics are tongue-in-cheek, as the first person admits to being pathetic with words while trying to express their admiration for their partner. The other person responds with a list of comparisons that elevate their partner to an almost godlike status, including being the Colosseum, the Mona Lisa's smile, and the Tower of Babel. The song ends with both partners admitting their inadequacies but insisting that the other is still the top.
The song is a celebration of affection and devotion, with the two partners playfully exaggerating each other's attributes to show how much they mean to each other. Despite its simplistic lyrics, the song conveys the depth of feeling in a romantic relationship, the way that two people can lift each other up and make each other feel special. The playful tone of the song is infectious, bringing a smile to the listener's face and reminding them of the joy that can be found in love.
Line by Line Meaning
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
I have no gift for words
That I always have found it best,
So it's better to keep them inside
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
And not express them outwardly, cause I'm not one for performing
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
But if it means you'll know how much you mean to me, I'll do my best.
I hate parading my serenading
I don't want to draw attention to myself
As I'll probably miss a bar,
And I'll probably mess up
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
But nonetheless, let me tell you how amazing you are
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
That you're the absolute best
You're the top! You're the Colosseum,
There's nothing that compares to you
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're the best of the best
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a timeless classic, unmatched in beauty
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespearian sonnet,
There's no limit to how amazing you are
You're Mickey Mouse.
Even Mickey Mouse can't hold a candle to you
You're the Nile, You're the Tow'r of Pisa,
You're grand, majestic, and awe-inspiring
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa.
You're even more valuable than priceless art
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,
Compared to you, I'm nothing
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
But if I'm the lowest one on this list
You're the top!
You're still the absolute best
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Even someone who's a brilliant composer like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your song is bad,
Might not think this song is any good
But for a person who's just rehearsin'
But for me, who's not so great
Well, I gotta say this my lad:
You're still the best
You're Mahatma Gandhi.
You're a symbol of peace and greatness
You're Napolean brandy.
You're powerful and intoxicating
You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain,
You're a beautiful sight to behold
You're the National Gall'ry, You're Garbo's sal'ry,
You're worth more than famous art and actresses
You're cellophane.
No matter how much you try to hide, you still shine through
You're sublime, You're a turkey dinner.
You're both magnificent and comforting
You're the time of the Derby winner.
You're victorious and unbeatable
I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop.
Compared to you, I'm nothing but a fleeting moment
You're an Arrow collar.
You're the epitome of high fashion
You're a Coolidge dollar.
You're valuable and highly sought after
You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You're graceful and effortless
You're an O'Neill drama, You're Whistler's mama,
You're both dramatic and a work of art
You're Camembert.
You're a delicacy, cherished by all
You're sublime, You're a turkey dinner.
You're both magnificent and comforting
You're a rose, You're Inferno's Dante,
You're both beautiful and brilliant
You're the nost of the great Durante.
You're unforgettable
I'm just in the way, as the French would say
Compared to you, I'm irrelevant
"De trop,"
A French saying to emphasize how unnecessary or unimportant someone/something is
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
But if I'm at the very bottom of this list
You're the top!
You're still the absolute best
You're a Waldorf salad.
You're both refreshing and sophisticated
You're a Berlin ballad.
You're memorable and moving
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're classy and refined
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're both priceless and influential
You're Pepsodent.
You're both shining and bright
You're romance,
You're the embodiment of love
You're the steppes of Russia,
You're vast and endlessly fascinating
You're the pants on a Roxy usher.
You're stylish and eye-catching
I'm a lazy lout that's just about to stop,
Compared to you, I'm not worth much
But if Baby, I'm the bottom,
But If I'm the lowest one on this list
You're the top!
You're still the absolute best
You're a dance in Bali.
You're exotic and unforgettable
You're a hot tamale.
You're spicy and irresistible
You're an angel, you simply too, too, too divine,
You're heavenly and perfect
You're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're a work of art, a master of words
You're Ovaltine.
You're both comforting and familiar
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're both a blessing and a wonder
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
You're stunning and captivating
I'm a nominee of the G.O.P., or GOP,
Compared to you, I'm just a political candidate
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
But if I'm at the very bottom of this list
You're the top!
You're still the absolute best
You're the Tower of Babel.
You're both magnificent and complex
You're the Whitney Stable.
You're elite and exclusive
By the River Rhine, You're a sturdy stein of beer,
You're both strong and enjoyable
You're a dress from Saks's, You're next year's taxes,
You're both luxury and inevitability
You're stratosphere.
You're on a whole different level
You're my thoist, You're a Drumstick Lipstick,
You're both a friend and a style icon
You're the foist in the Irish svipstick,
You're the best in everything, even something insignificant
I'm a frightened frog that can find no log to hop,
Compared to you, I'm scared and lost
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
But if I'm at the very bottom of this list
You're the top!
You're still the absolute best
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Written by: COLE PORTER
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