title: You’re The Topkey: Musicalharp type: Chromaticgenre: Ebskill: Any-3* 7 -6* 7 -6* 7 7* 7 7* 7At words po-et-ic I’m so pa-thet-ic7* -7 -7* -7 -7* -9 -7 9that I al-ways have found it best-7* 7* 7 5 -4 5 -7* 5 7*In-stead of get-ting ’em off my chest-6 7 7* -7* -8 8 -5To let ’em rest un-ex-pressed-3* 7 -6* 7 -6* 7 7* 7 7* 7I hate pa-rad-ing my ser-e-nad-ing7* -7 -7* -7 -7* -9* 9 -9As I’ll prob-a-bly miss a bar8 -7* 7 -7 8 -7 -7* 7 -7 8But if this dit-ty is not so pret-ty-6 -7* -7*-7* -7* -7*At least it-‘ll tell you-7* -7* 5 5How great you are.REFRAIN7* 7 -7* 7* 7 -7* 8 7 -7*You’re the top you’re the Col-os-se-um-6 -5* 7You’re the top-6 -5* -6 7 -5 -6You’re the Louvr’ Mu-se-um-5 5 -5* 5 -5You’re a mel-o-dy-5* -6 7* -6 7 -7* 8From a sym-pho-ny by Strauss-7* 8 -9 -9 -9 -9You’re a Ben-del bon-net-9 -9 -9 -9 -9A Shake-speare son-net-9 -10 9 9You’re Mick-y Mouse7* 7 -7*You’re the Nile7* 7 -7* 8 7 -7*You’re the Tow’r of Pi-sa-6 -5* 7 -6 -5* -6 7 5* -6You’re the smile on the Mo-na Lis-a-5 5 -5* -5 -6I’m a worth-less check-5*7 -6 7* 7 -9A to-tal wreck, a flop9 -9 -9*-9* -9* -9* -9* -9*But if, ba-by, I’m the bot-tom-9* -9* -9*You’re the top!REFRAIN 2You’re the topYour words poetic are not pathetic.On the other hand, babe, you shine,And I can feel after every lineA thrill divineDown my spine.Now gifted humans like Vincent YoumansMight think that your song is bad,But I got a notionI’ll second the motionAnd 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 lightOf a summer night in Spain,You’re the National GalleryYou’re Garbo’s salary,You’re cellophane.You’re sublime,You’re turkey dinner,You’re the time, the time of a Derby winnerI’m a toy balloon that’s fated soon to popBut if, baby, I’m the bottom,You’re the top!REFRAIN 3You’re the top!You’re an arrow collarYou’re the top!You’re a Coolidge dollar,You’re the nimble treadOf 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 noseOn 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!REFRAIN 4You’re the top!You’re a Waldorf salad.You’re the top!You’re a Berlin ballad.You’re the boats that glideOn 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!