You're The Top 1934 'Anything Goes'

Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK - 23 May 2002

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 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 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 Ghandi.
You're the top!
You're Napoleon Brandy.
You're the purple light
of a summer night in Spain.
You're the National Gall'ry,
You're Garbo's Sal'ry,
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 is fated soon to pop,
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.
Now gifted humans
like Vincent Youmans
might think that your song is bad,
But for a person who's just rehearsin'
Well, I gotta say this my lad:

You're the top!
You're a Ritz hot toddy.
You're the top!
You're a Brewster body.
You're the boats that glide
on the sleepy Zuyder Zee.
You're a Nathan panning,
You're Bishop Manning,
You're broccoli.
You're a prize,
You're a night at Coney.
You're the eyes
of Irene Bordoni.
I'm a broken doll,
a folderol, a blop.
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

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,
You're an O'Neill drama,
You're Whistler's mama,
You're Camembert.
You're a rose,
You're Inferno's Dante
You're the rose
Of the great Durante.
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!
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.
You're romance,
You're the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants on a Roxy usher.
I'm a lazy lout
that's just about to stop.
But if baby I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

You're the top!
You're a dance in Bali.
You're the top!
You're a hot tamale.
You're an angel, you,
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 dam at Boulder,
You're the moon
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!

You're the top!
You're the Tow'r of Babel.
You're the top!
You're the Whitney Stable.
By the River Rhine,
You're a sturdy stein of beer,
You're a dress from Saks's,
You're next year's taxes,
You're stratosphere.
You're my thoist,
You're a Drumstick Lipstick,
You're de foist
in da Irish Svipstick.
I'm a frightened frog
that can find no log
To hop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

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You're The Top 1934
by Cole Porter
from 'Anything Goes'
copyright 1934 by Warner Bros. Inc. (Renewed)
sequence and karaoke by Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK
onThursday 23 May 2002 at 17.59
in association with Doug Grierson
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I have set this out with all the verses and all seven
choruses. JP-P
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