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,



But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you
How great you are.

(in a bluebird blouse)

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!

(in a buckskin frontier leather shirt)

You're the top!
You're Mahatma Gandhi.
You're the top!
You're Napoleon Brandy.

 (in a gray tweed 50s jacket)

You're the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain,
You're the National Gallery
You're Garbo's salary,
You're cellophane.

(in a folkloric floral and check sweater)

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!

(in a charming horsey tartan 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,

(in a 50s vintage 101 denim jacket)

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!

(in a 40s vintage nipped waist wool jacket)