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 Wardof`s cellar 
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
Coz if baby I`m the bottom, 
You`re the top.