You’re The Top

[Preamble: Lady Gaga] 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 [Chorus 1: Tony Bennett, Lady Gaga, Both] You're the top, you're the Colosseum You're the top, you're the Louvre Museum You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnеt, you're Mickey Mouse (Mеow) 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 (Take it) [Chorus 2: Lady Gaga, Tony Bennett, Both] 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 a turkey dinner (Huh) You're the time of a Derby winner I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop I'm a total wreck, a flop I'm an option that no one picked up But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top