Lyrics You're The Top - Anita O'Day

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 Colosseum
You're the top
You're the art 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 like Sarah singin'
You're the top
You're like the yardbirds swingin'
You're the miner's scone, you're the greatest song
That ex-diner ever sung
You're a Moscow Mule, you're oh so cool
Your look's too young

You're the high
In a downbeat tally
You're the guy
Who wants Tin Pin Alley
You're a tatem's left hand, a good man's swing band
And a Vienna horn who won't stop
But baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top