You're the Top (Fitzgerald Ella)

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 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 salad You're the top, you're a Berlin ballad You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire You're an O'Neal 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 a lazy lout who's just about to stop But if baby I'm the bottom, You're the top!