Cole Porter = Awesomeness Personified

[turandiva]

At words po-e-tic,
I'm so pa-the-tic
That I always have found it best,
'Stead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest .
Unexpressed.

I hate pa-ra-ding
my se-re-na-ding
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!

L'AUTRE
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,
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
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!

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 Zui-
der 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!