You`re The Top — текст песни (Ella Fitzgerald)

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 Collosseum,
You`re the top! you`re the Louvre Museum,
You`re the melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You`re a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare Sonnet,
You`re Mickey Mouse!

You`re the Nile! You`re the Tow`r 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!

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 a turkey dinner,
You`re the time, of the Derby Winner,
I`m a toy balloon that`s fated soon to pop;
But if baby I`m by 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 nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire
You`re an O`Neal 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 a lazy lout who`s just about to stop
But if baby I`m the bottom,
You`re the top!