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 Colosseum, You're the top! You're the Art Museum, You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss, You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart 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!
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You're the Bop, you're like Sarah singing, You're the Bop, you're like Yardbird swinging You're the minors gang You’re the greatest song that Eckstine ever sung You’re a Moscow Mule, you’re also cool You're Lester Young You’re the high in a Down Beat tally You’re the guy who owns Tin Pan Alley You're Art Tatum's left hand, a Goodman swing band, And Lena Horne that won't stop * And if baby I’m the bottom You’re the Bop
