Ella Fritzgerald

At words poetic I'm so pathetic that I have always 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 Colesseum!

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 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 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 Gallery, you're Garbo's salary, 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!

You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad.

You're the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
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 a lazy lout who is just about to stop.

But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you’re the top!!!!