You're The Top

You're The Top - Helen Gallagher/Helena Bliss/George Britton

At words poetic

I'm so pathetic

That I always have found it best

Instead of getting them off my chest

To let them 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 a Waldorf salad

You're the top

You're a Berling ballad

You're the purple light

Of a summer night in Spain

You're the National Gallery

Garbo's salary cellophane

You're romance

You're the steppes of Russia

You're the pants

On a Roxy usher

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 the Coliseum

You're the top

You're the Louver Museum

You're a melody from

A symphony by Strauss

You're a Bendel bonnet

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

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 Boticcelli

Keats shelly ovaltine

A booms dream

You're sublime

You're turkey dinner

You're the time

A Derby winner

You're the nominee of the GOP

Or GOP

But if baby

I'm the bottom

But if baby

I'm the bottom

Baby you're the top