You're The Top

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 Shakespeare sonnet You're Mickey Mouse (meow) 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 (Take it) 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, ha 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