You’re the Top - Diana Panton, Reg Schwager

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 Haley’s comet,

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 Oprah’s salary,

You’re John Coltrane.

You’re supreme,

You’re a turkey dinner,

You’re the dream of a lotto winner

I’m a toy balloon that’s fated soon to pop

But if, baby, I’m the bottom,

You’re the top!

But if, baby, I’m the bottom…

…You're the top!