"The Ox is slow but the earth is patient."

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 Louver 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!

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 Waldorf salad.
You're the top!  You're a Berlin ballad.
You're the baby Grand of a Lady and a Gent,
You're an old Dutch master, You're Lady Astor, You're Pepsodent!

 
You're romance, You're the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants on a Roxy usher,
I'm a Lazy lout who’s just about to stop!
But if, baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top!