Karaoke You're The Top

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 the 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
You're the top, Mmm you're the Wardof salad
You're the top you're a Berlin ballad
You're the nimble tread of the peep of Fred Astaire
You are 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 the lazy lout who is just about to storm
But if baby
I'm the bottom
He's the one for me and I've got him
'Cos if baby I'm the bottom you're the top

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