at words poetic i`m so pathetic
That i always have found it best
Instead of getting it 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 coliseum.
You`re the top -
Mmm 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 - 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 ghandi.
You`re the top - you are 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 are sublime, you`re a turkey dinner.
You`re the time - the time of the derby winner.
I`m a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop.
But if baby i`m the bottom, you`re the top, top.
Steve, there is something i got to tell ya..
What is it judy?
Well, umm
You`re the top (i am?) - mmm you`re a waldorf salad
Oh no, no let me say it
You`re the top (me too?) - you`re a berlin ballad you`re the nimble tread of
The feet of fred astaire
(actually i don`t dance very well)
You`re an o`neill drama, you`re whistler`s mother -
Mama (oh), you`re camembert.
You`re a rose, (mmm. sweet)
You`re inferno`s dante.
You`re the nose - watch it!i mean
Whatwhatwhawha what- on the great durante.that`s better
I`m the lazy lout who is just about to storm let`s not storm
But if baby i`m the bottom,
She`s the one for me
And i`ve got `im
Coz if baby i`m the bottom,
You`re the top.