Lyrics
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 Shakespeare sonnet
You're Mickey Mouse
You're the Nile
You're the Tower of Pisa
You're the smile
I'm the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless cheque
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 tide of the Derby winter
I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop
But if baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top
