Patricia Barber - You're The Top

You're The Top - Patricia Barber



At words poetic I'm so pathetic

That I always have found it best

Instead of getting it 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 -

Mmm? 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 are 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 are sublime, you're a turkey dinner

You're the time - 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, top

Steve, there is something I got to tell ya

What is it Judy?

Well, umm?

You're the top (I am?) - mmm ?You're a Waldorf salad

Oh No, no let me say it

You're the top (me too?) - You're a Berlin ballad You're the nimble tread of

The feet of Fred Astaire

(Actually I don't dance very well)

You're an O'Neill drama, you're Whistler's Mother -

Mama (oh), You're Camembert

You're a rose, (mmm. sweet)

You're Inferno's Dante

You're the nose - watch it!I mean

Whatwhatwhawha what- on the great Durante.That's better

I'm the lazy lout who is just about to storm Let's not storm

But if baby I'm the bottom

She's the one for me

And I've got 'im

'Cause if baby I'm the bottom

You're the top