At Words Poetic, I'm so pathetic that I always have found it best Instead of getting them off my chest To let them 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 Louvre Museum You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss You're a Benzobonnet, 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 jack, a total rack of flour But if baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top You're the top, you're the Coliseum You're the top, you're the Louvre Museum You're the top, you're my hot mug candy You're the top, you're Napoleon Brandy You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain You're the National Gallery, your Garbo Salary, your cellophane You're sublime, you're a turkey dinner You're the dime of a derby winner I'm a toy balloon that's faded soon to pop I'm a total wreck of flop I'm an auction that no one picked up But if baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top You're the top, you're the Coliseum