Cole Porter/Barbara Streisand
YOURE THE TOP BABS, COLE PORTER KEY Eb 4 5 -4 5 -4 At words po-et-ic -5b 5 -5b 5 5 I'm so pa-thet-ic -5b 6 -5b 6 -6 -5b -6b I al-ways have found it best 6 -5b 5 4 4 4 6 4 -5b In-stead of get-ting 'em off my chest -4 5 -5b 6 6 -6b 4 To let 'em rest un-ex-pressed 4 5 -4 5 -4 5 -5b 5 -5b 5 I hate pa-rad-ing my se-re-nad-ing -5b -5b 6 -5b 6 7 -6b -6 As I'll prob-a-bly miss a bar -6b 6 5 -5b -5b -5b 6 5 -5b -6b But if this dit-ty is not so prêt-ty 4 6 6 6 6 6 At least it-'ll tell you 6 6 4 4 How great you are. REFRAIN -5b 5 5 You're the top -5b 5 6 -6b 5 5 You're the Col-os-se-um -4 4 5 You're the top -4 4 -4 5 4 -4 You're the Louvr Mu-se-um 4 4 4 4 4 You're a mel-o-dy 4 -4 -5b -4 5 6 -6b From a sym-pho-ny by Strauss 6 -6b -6 -6 6 -6 You're a Ben-del bon-net -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 A Shake-speare son-net -6 -7 -6b -6b You're Mick-y Mouse -5b 5 6 You're the Nile -5b 5 6 -6b 5 6 You're the Towr of Pi-sa -4 4 5 -4 4 -4 5 4 -4 You're the smile on the Mo-na Lis-a 4 4 4 4 -4 I'm a worth-less check 4 5 -4 5b 5 -6 A to-tal wreck, a flop -6b -6 7 7 7 7 7 7 But if, ba-by, I'm the bot-tom 7 7 7 You're the top! REFRAIN 2 Youre 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 thats fated soon to pop But if, baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! REFRAIN 3 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! REFRAIN 4 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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