You’re The Top (chrom) Harmonica Tabs

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At words po-et-ic I’m so pa-thet-ic
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that I al-ways have found it best
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In-stead of get-ting ’em off my chest
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To let ’em rest un-ex-pressed
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I hate pa-rad-ing my ser-e-nad-ing
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As I’ll prob-a-bly miss a bar
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But if this dit-ty is not so pret-ty
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At least it-‘ll tell you
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How great you are.

REFRAIN
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You’re the top you’re the Col-os-se-um
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You’re the top
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You’re the Louvr’ Mu-se-um
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You’re a mel-o-dy
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From a sym-pho-ny by Strauss
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You’re a Ben-del bon-net
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A Shake-speare son-net
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You’re Mick-y Mouse
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You’re the Nile
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You’re the Tow’r of Pi-sa
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You’re the smile on the Mo-na Lis-a
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I’m a worth-less check
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A to-tal wreck, a flop
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But if, ba-by, I’m the bot-tom
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You’re the top!

REFRAIN 2

You’re the top
Your words poetic are not pathetic.
On the other hand, babe, you shine,
And I can feel after every line
A thrill divine
Down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your song is bad,
But I got a notion
I’ll second the motion
And this is what I’m going to add;
You’re the top!
You’re Mahatma Gandhi.
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 turkey dinner,
You’re the time, the time of a Derby winner
I’m a toy balloon that’s fated soon to pop
But if, baby, I’m the bottom,
You’re the top!

REFRAIN 3

You’re the top!
You’re an arrow collar
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 a way,
As the French would say, «de trop».
But if, baby, I’m the bottom,
You’re the top!
You’re the top!
You’re a dance in Bali.
You’re the top!
You’re a hot tamale.
You’re an angel, you,
Simply too, too, too diveen,
You’re a Boticcelli,
You’re Keats,
You’re Shelly!
You’re Ovaltine!
You’re a boom,
You’re the dam at Boulder,
You’re the moon,
Over Mae West’s shoulder,
I’m the nominee of the G.O.P.
Or GOP!
But if, baby, I’m the bottom,
You’re the top!

REFRAIN 4

You’re the top!
You’re a Waldorf salad.
You’re 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,
You’re broccoli!
You’re romance,
You’re the steppes of Russia,
You’re the pants, on a Roxy usher,
I’m a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, baby, I’m the bottom,
You’re the top!