Barbra Streisand F/ Ryan O'Neal
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.
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 are sublime, you're a 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.
Steve, there is something I got to tell ya..
You're the top (I am?) - mmm "¦You're a Wardof's cellar
You're the top (me too?) - You're a Berlin ballad You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire
(Actually I don't dance very well)
You're an O'Neill drama, you're Whistler's Mother -
Mama (oh), You're Camembert.
You're a rose, (mmm. sweet)
You're the nose - watch it!I mean
Whatwhatwhawha what- on the great Durante.That's better
I'm the lazy lout who is just about to storm Let's not storm
But if baby I'm the bottom,
Coz if baby I'm the bottom,