You're the Top
The Dave Brubeck Quartet 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 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!

Overall Meaning

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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