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 Coliseum 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 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 Garbo's salary You're cellophane You're sublime You're a turkey dinner You're the time of a Derby winner I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop I'm a total wreck, a flop I'm an option that no one picked up But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top