You're the Top

You're the Top - Ella Fitzgerald

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 Collosseum

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 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 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 baby 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