You're the Top (From "Anything Goes")

You're the Top - Ethel Merman

At words poetic I'm so pathetic

That I always have found it best

Instead of getting them 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 mahatma gandhi

You're the top

You're napoleon brandy

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 repose you're inferno's dante

You're the nose on the great durante

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 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