1975 American musical film At Long Last Love - You're the Top Lyrics
The song is written by Cole Porter.
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic; That I always have found it best
(spoken) Hmm?
Instead of getting them off my chest To let 'em rest unexpressed
(spoken) You mustn't do that.
I hate parading my serenading And I'll probably miss a bar;
(spoken) That was good.
But if this ditty is not so pretty; At least it'll tell you How great you are You're the top. You're a Waldorf salad You're the top You're a Berlin ballad You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent You're an old Dutch master You're Mrs. Astor; You're Pepsodent I've never been so bad. You're romance You're the steppes of Russia You're the pants
(spoken) Pants?
On a Roxy usher; I'm a lazy lout that is just about to stop Oh, don't stop. But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top
(spoken) Oh, thank you.
Your words poetic are not pathetic;
(spoken) No?
On the other hand, boy, you shine Oh. And I can feel after every line
(spoken) Yeah?
A thrill divine Down my spine Now, gifted humans like Vincent Youmans Might think that your song is bad Oh, what does he know? But for a person who's just rehearsin' Well, I gotta say this, my lad 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 That's nice. You're an O'Neill drama You're Whistler's mama You're Camembert
(spoken) Camembert.
You're a rose You're Infemo's Dante You're the nose
(spoken) The nose? The nose.
On the great Durante Oh, yeah. I'm just in the way; As the French would say, De "trop" But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top You're the top.
How can you sing? I'm dizzy. You're a dancing belly; You're the top You're a hot tamale You're angel You're simply too, too, too diveen You're a Botticelli You're Keats You're Shelley You're Ovaltine Aw. You're a boon You're the darn at Boulder You're the moon Really? Over Mae West's shoulder I'm a nominee Of the G.O.P. Or GOP; But if, baby, I'm the bottom You're the top
(spoken) Mopsie! You Okay? I don't get enough exercise. You know that? No? No.
You're the top You're the Colosseum You know the Colosseum? Mm-hmm. 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
You're the top You're Mahatma Gandhi You're the top You're... Napoleon brandy; Oh, Napoleon. Yeah, you're the purple light of a summer night in Spain Italy. Scusi. Shh! You're the National Gallery You're Garbo's salary You're... Yeah? Cellophane Oh. You're sublime You're a turkey dinner; You're the time of that Derby winner No. I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop But if, baby, I'm the bottom You're the top
Review: At Long Last Love Songs Lyrics
At Long Last Love Songs Lyrics
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