You’re The Top歌词-Bing Crosby

You’re The Top歌词由Bing Crosby演唱，出自专辑《Bing Sings the Cole Porter Songbook》，下面是《You’re The Top》完整版歌词！

You’re The Top歌词完整版

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 Coliseum

You're the top, you're the Louver museum

You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss

You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare's 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

Your words poetic are not pathetic

On the other hand, babe, you shine

And I can feel after every line

A thrill divine, down my spine

Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans

Might think that your song is bad

But I got a notion, I'll second the motion

And this is what I'm going to add

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 Garbo's salary

You're cellophane, you're sublime,

You're turkey dinner

You're the time, the time of a Derby winner

I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop

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

You're the top, you're an arrow collar

You're the top, you're a Coolidge dollar

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 just in a way

As the French would say, 'De trop'

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

You're the top, you're a dance in Bali

You're the top, you're a hot tamale

You're an angel, you simply too, too, too diveen

You're a Boticcelli, you're Keats

You're Shelly

You're Ovaltine, you're a boom

You're the dam at Boulder

You're the moon

Over Mae West's shoulder

I'm the nominee of the G.O.P.

Or GOP

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 boats that glide

On the sleepy Zuider Zee

You're an old Dutch master

You're Lady Astor, you're broccoli

You're romance

You're the steppes of Russia

You're the pants, on a Roxy usher

I'm a broken doll, a fol, de, rol, a blop

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