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You're the Top from Anything Goes - Voice
Cole Porter
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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 paradin' my serenadin'
As I'll probably miss a bar
But if my 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 Louvre Museum
You're a 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 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, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every line
A thrill divine down my spine
Some critical meanie like Toscanini
Might think that your song is bad
But I've got a notion, I'll second the motion
And this is what I'm going to add
You're the top
You're a silver dollar
You're the top
You're an arrow collar
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 the pearl
That the divers fetch up
Milk and pearl
And tomato ketchup
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 a Caesar salad
You're the top
You're a Berlin ballad
You're the boy I'd swipe for the perfect type of male
You're an old Dutch master, you're Lady Astor
You're Chippendale
You're a rose
You're Inferno's Dante
You're the nose
On the great Durante
I'm just in the way, as the French would say, de trop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom
But if, baby, I'm the bottom
But if, baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top
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You're the top
You're a new invention
You're the top
You're the fourth dimension
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 romance
You're the steppes of Russia
You're the pants
On a Roxy usher
I'm a broken doll
A polterabber
A flop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top
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