Mel Tormé - You're The Top paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson You're The Top - Mel Tormé



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 Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's 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!
Your words poetic are not pathetic.
On the other hand, babe, 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 I got a notion
I'll second the motion
And this is what I'm going to add;
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 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!
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 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.
You're an angel, you,
Simply too, too, too diveen,
You're a Boticcelli,
You're Keats,
You're Shelly!
You're Ovaltine!
You're a boom,
You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon,
Over Mae West's shoulder,
I'm the 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 a Waldorf salad.
You're the top!
You're a Berlin 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!
You're romance,
You're the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants, on a Roxy usher,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!



Writer(s): Porter Cole


Mel Tormé - Essential Masters
Album Essential Masters
date de sortie
01-03-2009

1 There's No One But You
2 When It's Sleepy Time Down South
3 You're The Top
4 On A Little Street In Singapore
5 Gone With The Wind
6 I Got The Sun In The Morning
7 You're A Heavenly Thing
8 I Can't Give You Anything but Love
9 Born To Be Blue
10 Cross Your Heart
11 Lullaby of the Leaves
12 Wish I May, Wish I Might
13 There's No Business Like Show Business
14 What Is This Thing Called Love
15 Skylark
16 I Believe
17 Three Little Words
18 Love Is The Sweetest Thing
19 That's Where I Came In
20 April in Paris
21 Malt Shop Special
22 Careless Hands
23 I've Got A Feeling I'm Falling
24 Sonny Boy
25 Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered
26 The Day You Came Along
27 This Can't Be Love
28 Heart And Soul
29 They Can't Take That Away
30 My Funny Valentine
31 I Like To Recognise The Tune
32 How High The Moon
33 You're Getting To Be A Habit With Me
34 You're Driving Me Crazy
35 I Hadn't Anyone Till You
36 For You, For Me Forevermore
37 The Best Things In Life Are Free
38 Oh, You Beautiful Doll
39 Black Moonlight
40 County Fair
41 Blues In The Night
42 Night And Day
43 Blue Moon
44 Country Boy
45 Try A Little Tenderness




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