You're the Top Lyrics & Tabs by Bing Crosby
You're the Top
guitar chords lyrics
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 Louver 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
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
