At words poetic,
I'm so pathetic
that I always have found it best
Instead of getting it off my chest
To let him rest, unexpressed
I hate parading my serenading
as I'll probably miss a bar
But if this diddy 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, mmm,
you're the Louvre Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony
by Strauss
You're a panda bonnet,
a Shakespeare sonnet
You're Mickey Mouse
You're the Nile
You're the Tower of Pisa
You're the smile
I'm the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless check
A total wreck of love
Honey baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top
You're the top
You're my half, my Gandhi
You're the top,
you are Napoleon Brandy
You're the purple light
of a summer night in Spain
You're the National Gallery,
you're gone for a salary,
you're cellophane
You are sublime,
you're Turkish dinner
You're the time,
the time of the derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that
is fated soon to pop
But you beat me at the bottom
You're the top
Top Steve,
there's something I gotta tell you
What is it, Janine?
Well, um, you're the top I am?
Mmm, you're a world of sadness
Oh, no, no, let me say it
You're the top
Me too?
That's right
You're a Berlin baller.
Oh, that's nice.
You're the nimble tread
of the feet of Fred Astaire.
Actually, I don't dance very well.
You are an opium drummer.
You're Whistler's mother.
Mama.
You're Cannon Bear. Cannon Bear.
Let's see.
You're a rose. That's sweet.
You're Inferno's Dante.
That's a very intellec
tual reference.
You're the nose. Watch it.
I mean, I mean that, well,
I'm the great Durant.
Oh, that's better.
I'm a lazy lout who is just
about to starve.
Let's not starve.
But if, baby, I'm the bottom.
She's the one for me.
And I've got him.
Cause if, baby,
I'm the bottom.
You're the top.