Karaoké You're the Top Anything Goes (musical) (Sutton Foster & Colin Donnell)

You think some teabag can compete with you

You think he's got one tiny fraction of your brains

Your looks

Your

At words poetic

I'm so pathetic that I always have found it best

Instead of gettin 'em off my chest to let 'em rest unexpressed

I hate paradin' my serenadin' 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 Colosseum

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 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

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 goin' 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 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 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 Camembert

You're Whistler's mama

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 boon

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

But if baby I'm the bottom

Baby I'm the bottom

But if baby I'm the bottom

You're the top you're the top

You're the top

You're my Swanee River

You're the top

You're a goose's liver

You're the baby grand of a lady and a gent

You're a dress from Saxes

You're next year's taxes

You're Pepsodent

You're a prize

You're a night at Coney

You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni

I'm a frightened frog that can find no log to hop

But if baby I'm the bottom you're the top

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 Zuiderzee

You're an old Dutch master

You're broccoli

You're Lady Astor

You're romance

You're the steppes of Russia

You're the pants on a Roxy usher

I'm a broken doll

A blop

A folderol

A blop

But if baby I'm the bottom

But if baby I'm the bottom

But if baby I'm the bottom

But if baby I'm the bottom you're the top you're the top