You're the Top (From "Anything Goes") - Ethel Merman (艾索尔·摩曼)
At words poetic I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best
Instead of getting them 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 mahatma gandhi
You're the top
You're napoleon brandy
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 repose you're inferno's dante
You're the nose on the great durante
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 a Waldorf salad
You're the top
You're a Berlin ballad
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent
You're an old dutch master
You're Mrs Aster
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 that's just about to stop
But if Baby I'm the bottom
You're the top