Bing Crosby Follow

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
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