Gee, you're really good with that higher math stuff, Deanie!

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 th Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louvre Museum
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're an Easter bonnet
A Shakespeare's sonnet
You're Minne Mouse
I'll be Micky, ok?
Or maybe just Goofy
For you, you, youfy!

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 on the bottom, you're on top!
And such a pleasurable position for a woman to be in!

You're the top!
You're Mahatma Gandhi
You're the top!
You're Napoleon Brandy
Let's drink to Deanie! Yay!
You're the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain,
You're the National Gallery
You're Julia Roberts' salary
You're cellophane

You're sublime
You're turkey dinner
You're the time, the time of a Derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top
And ohhhh ahhhhh, so very limber, too!

You're the top!
You're a Polo collar
You're the top
You're a Euro 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
And very limberger, too!

You're a rose
You're Inferno's Dante
You're the nose
On the great Durante
I'm just in a 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 dance in Bali
You're the top!
You're a hot tamale
With extra salsa, ole!
You're an angel, you
Simply, too, too, too diveen
You're a Boticcelli,
You're Keats
You're Shelly
You're Ovaltine!
Kinda Tangy, too!

You're a boom
You're the dam at Boulder
You're the blue moon
Over Isaak's shoulder
You're the nominee of the G.O.P.
While I'm a flop
But, if, baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top!

You're the top!
You're a Caesar salad
Deluxe with chicken
You're the top
You're a romantic ballad
You're the boats that glide
On the sleepy Zuider Zee
You're an old Dutch master
You're Lady Astor
You're broccoli!
And so very good for me, too!

You're romance
You're the steepes of Russia
You've got cute pants
And an incredible tusha
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop
But if, Deanie, I'm the bottom
You're the top!
And how De-Loverly you look up there!


You're the Top, Cole Porter, 1934