Ella Fitzgerald - You’re The Top Lyrics
At words poetic I’m so patheticThat I always have found it bestInstead 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 collosseum,You’re the top! you’re the louvre museum,You’re the melody from a symphony by strauss,You’re a bendel bonnet,A shakespeare sonnet,You’re mickey mouse!You’re the nile! you’re the tow’r 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 garbo’s salary,You’re cellophane!You’re sublime, you’re a turkey dinner,You’re the time, of the derby winner,I’m a toy balloon that’s fated soon to pop;But if baby I’m by the bottom you’re the top!You’re the top, you’re a waldorf saladYou’re the top, you’re a berlin balladYou’re the nimble tread of the feet of fred astaireYou’re an o’neal drama, you’re whistler’s mama, you’re camembertYou’re a rose, you’re inferno’s danteYou’re the nose, on the great duranteI’m a masy leroux who’s just about to stopBut if baby I’m the bottom,You’re the top!
