For a special girlfriend that has birthday tomorrow: “You’re the Top!” (1934) by Cole Porter 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 the melody from a symphony by Strauss. Youre a Bendel bonnet, A Shakespeare sonnet, Youre Mickey Mouse! Youre the Nile! Youre the Towr 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 Inferno s Dante. Youre the nose on the great Durante. Im a lazy lout, who is just about to stop, But if baby Im the bottom, youre the top! youtube/watch?v=i6oGytt0Hiw
Posted on: Sun, 15 Jun 2014 11:12:07 +0000
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