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´rе Mickey Mouse

You´re thе 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

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 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, 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 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