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 coliseum you re the top you re the 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 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 but if baby i m the bottom you re the top your words poetic are not pathetic on the other hand babe 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 i got a notion i ll second the motion and this is what i m going to add 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 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 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 nose on the great durante i m just in a 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 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 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 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 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 