Four

Lyrics for Four

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 You're the Colosseum You're the top You're the art 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 like Sarah singin' You're the top You're like the yardbirds swingin' You're the miner's scone, you're the greatest song That ex-diner ever sung You're a Moscow Mule, you're oh so cool Your look's too young You're the high In a downbeat tally You're the guy Who wants Tin Pin Alley You're a tatem's left hand, a good man's swing band And a Vienna horn who won't stop But baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top