Track byEileen Rodgers/Julian Stein
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 Garbo's salary You're cellophane You're sublime You're turkey dinner You're the time, 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 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 You're Whistler's mama You're camembert You're a rose You're Inferno's Dante You're the nose On the great Durante I'm just in a way As the French would say, "De Trop" But if, baby, I'm the bottom You're the top 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 driven You're a Boticcelli You're Keats, You're Shelly You're Ovaltine You're a boom You're the dam at Boulder You're the moon Over Mae West's shoulder I'm the nominee of the G.O.P Or GOP 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 the boats that glide On the sleepy Zuider Zee You're an old Dutch master You're Lady Astor You're broccoli You're romance You're the steppes of Russia You're the pants on a Roxy usher I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop But if, baby, I'm the bottom You're the top