Porter YOU'RE THE TOP

 "YOU'RE THE TOP"
From Anything Goes (1934)
LYRICS BY COLE PORTER
(Music by Cole Porter)

    (First Verse HE)
  1  At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
  2  That I always have found it best,
  3  Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
  4  To let 'em rest unexpressed,
  5  I hate parading my serenading
  6  As I'll probably miss a bar,
  7  But if this ditty is not so pretty
  8  At least it'll tell you how great you are.

    (First Refrain)
  1  You're the top!  You're the Coliseum.
  2  You're the top!  You're the Louvre Museum.
  3  You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss.
  4  You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare's sonnet, 
  5  You're Mickey Mouse! 
  6  You're the Nile.  You're the Tower of Pisa.
  7  You're the smile on the Mona Lisa.
  8  I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop.
  9  But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!

    (Second Verse SHE)
  1  Your words poetic are not pathetic.
  2  On the other hand, boy, you shine,
  3  And I can feel after every line
  4  A thrill divine down my spine.
  5  Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
  6  Might think that your song is bad,
  7  But for a person who's just rehearsin'
  8  Well, I gotta say this, my lad:

    (Second Refrain)
  1  You're the top!  You're Mahatma Gandhi.
  2  You're the top!  You're Napoleon Brandy.
  3  You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain.
  4  You're the National Gallery, you're Garbo's salary,
  5  You're cellophane! 
  6  You're sublime.  You're turkey dinner.
  7  You're the time of a Derby winner.
  8  I'm a toy balloon that’s fated soon to pop.
  9  But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top!

    (Third Refrain)
  1  You're the top!  You're a Ritz hot toddy.
  2  You're the top!  You're a Brewster body.
  3  You're the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee.
  4  You're a Nathan panning, you're Bishop Manning,
  5  You're broccoli!
  6  You're a prize.  You're a night at Coney.
  7  You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni.
  8  I'm  broken doll, a fol-de-fol, a blop.
  9  But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top!
    (Fourth Refrain)
  1  You're the top!  You're a dance in Bali.
  2  You're the top!  You're a hot tamale.
  3  You're an angel, you, simply too, too, too diveen,
  4  You're a Boticcelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
  5  You're Ovaltine!
  6  You're a boon, you're the dam at Boulder.
  7  You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
  8  I'm the nominee of the G.O.P. or GOP.
  9  But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top!

      (Fifth Refrain)
  1  You're the top!  You're an arrow collar. 
  2  You're the top!  You're a Coolidge dollar,
  3  You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire.
  4  You're an O'Neill drama, you're Whistler's mama,
  5  You're camembert!
  6  You're a rose.  You're Inferno's Dante,
  7  You're the nose on the great Durante.
  8  I'm just in the way, as the French would say, "de trop."
  9  But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top!

      (Sixth Refrain)   
  1  You're the top!  You're the Tower of Babel.
  2  You're the top!  You're the Whitney stable.
  3  By the river Rhine you're a sturdy stein of beer.
  4  You're a dress from Sak's, you're next year's taxes,
  5  You're stratosphere!
  6  You're my thoist.  You're a Drumstick Lipstick.
  7  You're da foist in the Irish svipstick.
  8  I'm a frightened frog that can find no log to hop.
  9  But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top!

    (Seventh Refrain)
  1  You're the top!  You're a Waldorf salad.
  2  You're the top!  You're a Berlin ballad.
  3  You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
  4  You're an old Dutch master, you're Mrs. Astor,
  5  You're Pepsodent!
  6  You're romance, you're the steppes of Russia.
  7  You're the pants on a Roxy usher.
  8  I'm a lazy lout that's just about to stop.
  9  But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top!