You're The Top

At words poetic
I'm so pathetic
That I always found it best
Instead of getting 'em off my chest
To let 'em rest, unexpressed
I hate parading
Serenading
As I prob'ly miss the bar
But if this ditty's
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 a Louvre Museum
You're a melody
From a symphony
By Strauss
You're a bandolier
In 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, 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
You're the purple light
Of a summer night
In Spain
You're the National Gallery
You're a Crosby, salary
You're cellophane
You're sublime
You're a turkey dinner
You're the time
Of a Derby winner
I'm a toy balloon
That's fated soon
To pop
But, baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top