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Song from "Anything Goes" - 1934 Broadway
Cole Porter - You're The Top Lyrics
The music and lyrics was written by Cole Porter.
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!
Other Songs written by Cole Porter: Cole Porter Songs Lyrics
You're The Top Cole Porter Lyrics
Cole Porter Songs Lyrics
I Am Loved
Paris Loves Lovers
All of You
You're Just Too, Too
You'd Be So Nice to Come Home To
Something for the Boys
Hey, Good Lookin'
I Love You
Count Your Blessings
From This Moment On
I've Still Got My Health
Let's Be Buddies
Fresh as a Daisy
I'm Throwing a Ball Tonight
Make It Another Old-Fashioned, Please
I've Come To Wive It Wealthily In Padua
I Hate Men
Where Is The Life That Late I Led?
Always True to You In My Fashion
I Am Ashamed That Women Are So Simple
Brush Up Your Shakespeare
You've Got That Thing
The Tale of the Oyster
I Worship You
The Laziest Gal In Town
In the Still of the Night
Looking At You
What Is This Thing Called Love?
They All Fall In Love
You Do Something to Me
Old-Fashioned Garden
I'm In Love Again
Don't Look at Me That Way
Miss Otis Regrets
The Leader of a Big Time Band
Where, Oh, Where
Is It the Girl (Or Is It the Gown)?
I've a Shooting Box in Scotland
Wunderbar
So In Love
Red, Hot and Blue
Ridin' High
It's De-Lovely
Ours
Down in the Depths (On the 90th Floor)
Let's Misbehave
All Through the Night
I Get a Kick Out Of You
I Love Paris
Anything Goes
Let's Do It, Let's Fall in Love
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