You’re the Top Louis Armstrong

[Preamble]
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 probably missed a bar
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you
How great you are

[Chorus 1]
You're the tops! You're the Coliseum
You're the top! You're a Louve 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
Mama, 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!

[Chorus 2]
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 Crosby'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!