You're the Top Lyrics

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


Instead of getting them
off my chest
To let 'em rest

You mustn't do that.

I hate parading
my serenading
And I'll probably miss a bar;

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


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

Oh, thank you.

Your words poetic
are not pathetic;


On the other hand,
boy, you shine Oh.
And I can feel after
every line


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


You're a rose
You're Infemo's Dante
You're the nose

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
You're a boon
You're the darn at Boulder
You're the moon
Over Mae West's shoulder
I'm a nominee
Of the G.O.P.
But if, baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top

You Okay?
I don't get enough exercise.
You know that?

You're the top
You're the Colosseum
You know the Colosseum?
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.
You're the National Gallery
You're Garbo's salary
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

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At Long Last Love Songs Lyrics

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