Karaoké You're the Top Barbra Streisand

At words poetic

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

Instead of getting it 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, Mmm 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

You're the top you're Mahatma Ghandi

You're the top you are 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 are sublime you're the turkey dinner

You're the time, the time of the Derby winner

I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop

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

You're the top, hmm 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 are an O'Neill drama you're Whistler's mother, Mama you're Camembert

You're a rose you're Inferno's Dante

You're the nose on the great Durante

I'm the lazy lout who is just about to storm

But if baby

I'm the bottom

She's the one for me and I've got him

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