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 the melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare 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

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 a turkey dinner
You're the time of the Derby Winner
I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop
But if, bab,y I'm by 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 nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire
You're an O'Neal 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 a lazy lout who's just about to stop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top
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You’re The Top Lyrics

Ella Fitzgerald – You’re The Top Lyrics

Songwriters: PORTER, COLE
You’re The Top lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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