You're The Top

You're the Top - Louis Armstrong (路易斯·阿姆斯特朗)

At words poetic I'm so pathetic

That I always found it best

Instead of getting em off my chest

To let them rest unexpressed

I hate parading serenading

As I'll probably miss the bar

But if this ditty is not so pretty

At least it'll tell you how great you are

You're the tops

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's sonnet

You're Mickey Mouse

You're the Nile

You're the Tower of Pisa

Mama 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 Crosby's salary

You're cellophane

Mama you're sublime

You're a turkey dinner

Oh you're the time of a Derby winner

I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop

But if baby I'm the bottom

You're the top