That I always have found it best
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Instead of getting 'em off my chest
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To let 'em rest unexpressed
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I hate parading my serenading
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As I’ll probably miss a bar
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But if this ditty is not so pretty
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At least it’ll tell you how great you are
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You’re the top
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You’re the Colosseum
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You’re the top
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You’re the Louvre Museum
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You’re a melody from a symphony by Strauss
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You’re a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart sonnet
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You’re Mickey Mouse
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You’re the Nile
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You’re the Tow’r of Pisa
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You’re the smile
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On the Mona Lisa
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I’m a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop
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But if, baby, I’m the bottom
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You’re the top
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You’re the top
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You’re Mahatma Ghandi
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You’re the top
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You’re Napolean brandy
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You’re the purple light of a summer night in Spain
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You’re the National Gallery, You’re Garbo’s salary
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You’re cellophane
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You’re sublime
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You’re a turkey dinner
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You’re the time
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Of the Derby winner
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I’m a toy balloon that’s fated soon to pop
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But if, baby, I’m the bottom
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You’re the top
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You’re the top
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You’re an Arrow collar
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You’re the top
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You’re a Coolidge dollar
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You’re the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire
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You’re an O’Neill drama, you’re Whistler’s mama
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You’re Camembert
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You’re a rose, You’re Inferno’s Dante
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You’re the nose on the great Durante
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I’m just in the way as the French would say
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«De trop»
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But if, baby, I’m the bottom
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You’re the top
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You’re the top
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You’re a Waldorf salad
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You’re the top
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You’re a Berlin ballad
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You’re a baby grand of a lady and a gent
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You’re an old dutch master, you’re Mrs. Aster
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You’re Pepsodent
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You’re romance
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You’re the steppes of Russia
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You’re the pants
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On a Roxy usher
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I’m a lazy lout that’s just about to stop
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But if baby, I’m the bottom
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You’re the top |