Glee - You're the Top lyrics

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! Leroy, You're the Coliseum You're the top! Oh, baby, You're the Louvre Museum You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss! You're a Bendel bonnet, A Shakespeare's sonnet, You're Mickey Mouse! (hahahahaha!) 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, Leroy! You're Mahatma Gandhi, Hiram! 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 a Derby winner! I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop! But if, baby, I'm the bottom, But if, baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! You're the top! You're an arrow collar Leroy, 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 the way, As the French would say, "de trop"! 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 a Waldorf salad You're just 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, Baby, you're broccoli! You're romance, You're the steppes of Russia, You're the pants, (purr), on a Roxy usher, I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop, 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!