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!

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 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´s 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 diveen,
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!