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 