Dedicado a mi reencontrada amiga Marta Valls. Por que se lo merece y me da la gana. Valga como abrazo virtual At words poetic, Im 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 Ill probably miss a bar, But if this ditty is not so pretty At least itll tell you How great you are. Youre the top! Youre the Coliseum, Youre the top! Youre the Louvre Museum. Youre a melody from a symphony by Strauss Youre a Bendel bonnet, A Shakespeares sonnet, Youre Mickey Mouse. Youre the Nile, Youre the Tower of Pisa, Youre the smile on the Mona Lisa Im a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop, But if, baby, Im the bottom youre the top! Youre the top! Youre Mahatma Gandhi. Youre the top! Youre Napoleon Brandy. Youre the purple light Of a summer night in Spain, Youre the National Gallery Youre Garbos salary, Youre cellophane. Youre sublime, Youre a turkey dinner, Youre the time of the Derby winner. Im a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop But if, baby, Im the bottom, Youre the top! Youre the top! Youre a Waldorf salad. Youre the top! Youre a Berlin ballad. Youre the nimble tread Of the feet of Fred Astaire, Youre an ONeill drama, Youre Whistlers mama, Youre camembert.. Youre a rose, Youre Infernos Dante. Youre the nose On the great Durante. Im a lazy lout thats just about to stop. But if, baby, Im the bottom, Youre the top! https://youtube/watch?v=b2_GCClUPyk
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 01:24:27 +0000
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