You're the Top

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Nat King Cole

Nathaniel Adams Coles (March 17, 1919 – February 15, 1965), known professionally as Nat King Cole, was a musician who first came to prominence as a leading jazz pianist. He owes most of his popular musical fame to his soft baritone voice, which he used to perform in big band and jazz genres. He was one of the first black Americans to host a television variety show, and has maintained worldwide popularity since his death. more »

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1998

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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 Louvre 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
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

Your words poetic are not pathetic
On the other hand, babe, you shine
And I can feel after every line 
A thrill divine 
Down my spine
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans 
Might think that your song is bad
But I got a notion 
I'll second the motion 
And 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 light 
Of a summer night in Spain
You're the National Gallery 
You're Garbo'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

You're the top
You're an arrow collar 
You're the top
You're a Coolidge dollar
You're the nimble tread 
Of 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 nose 
On 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 divine
You're a Botticelli
You're Keats
You're Shelly

You're Oval-tine
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 G.O.P.
But if, baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top

You're the top
You're a Waldorf salad
You're the top
You're a Berlin ballad
You're the boats that glide 
On 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

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