You’re the Top Songtext
von Sammy Davis Jr.

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 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
Tell me more

You′re the top, Sam
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 Presley′s salary
You′re cellophane
You're sublime
You like a turkey dinner
You′re the time of the Derby winner

I'm a toy balloon that′s fated soon to pop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you′re the top, shh
But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top
But if, baby, I′m the bottom, you′re the top