[Sutton] 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 Louvre 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!
[Joel] Your words poetic are not pathetic On the other hand, babe, you shine And I can feel after every line A thrill divine down my spine. Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans Might think that your song is bad, But I got a notion I'll second the motion And this is what I'm going to add;
You're the top! You're Mahatma Ghandi. You're the top! You're Napolean 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 is fated soon to pop. But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top!
[S]You're the top! You're an Arrow collar. You're the top! You're a Coolidge dollar. You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire, You're an O'Neill drama, [J] You're Whistler's mama, [S]You're Camembert. [J ] You're a rose, You're Inferno's Dante, [P] You're the nose of the big Durante. I'm just in the way, As the French would say "De trop," But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top.
[J ] You're the top! You're a dance in Bali. You're the top! You're a hot tamale. You're an angel, you simply too, too, too divine, You're a Botticelli, You're Keats, [S] You're Shelley, [J] You're Ovaltine. [S] You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder, [J] You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder. I'm a nominee of the G.O.P.[S] or GOP, But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, [S] But if, Baby, I'm the bottom [Both] But if, Baby, I'm the bottom You're the top!
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[J] You're the top! You're a Swanee River. [S] You're the top! You're a Goose’s Liver [J] You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent. [S] You're a dress from Saks's.You're next year's taxes, [J] You're Pepsodent. [S] You're a prize, You're a night at Coney, [J] You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni, [S] I’m a frighten frog, a firewood, a flop [ Both] But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top.
[S] You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad. [J] You're the top! You're a Berlin ballad. [S] You're the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee, You're an old dutch master, [J] You're Mrs. Astor [S] You're broccoli. [J] You're romance, You're the steppes of Russia [S] You're the pants on a Roxy usher. I'm a broken doll, [J] a fol-de-rol, [S] a flop, But if Baby, I'm the bottom [J] But if Baby, I'm the bottom [ Both] But if Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
