“You’re the Top” 10/11 and 10/13 Special Lyrics
(Song by: Cole Porter; Special Lyrics by Jay Landers & Charlie Midnight... with links to explain the local references)
You’re the top!
You’re the silk and satin.
You’re the top! You can keep Manhattan.
Give me Bedford Stuy and a cool rap by Jay-Z
You’re a Maharaja, a Brooklyn Dodger, you’re family.
You’re the art in an old museum.
You’re the taste of cold egg cream.
You’re a Brooklyn Net on a private jet, non-stop!
Come on baby, there’s no maybe, you’re the top!
You’re the town that begat Judge Judy, Lena Horne, and of course yours truly
You are Danny Kaye, Houdini and Mae West
You are Cracker Jacks like the great Koufax
Baby, you’re the best!
You’re the shine on Liz Taylor’s ring.
You’re the crown on my Loew’s Kings.
You’re a Brooklyn Height and an all-night coffee shop.
Listen, baby, there’s no maybe, you’re the top!
You’re the top!
You’re a Brooklyn trolley.
You’re the top ... of a hot bialy
Talkin’ Brooklynese, sayin’ “dese and dem’s and dose.”
You’re a Rolls Royce dealer, a wonder wheeler, you’re vintage clothes!
You’re the top!
Brighton Beach boardwalker.
You’re the top! You are a real straight-talker
And you know it’s true, it’s an accent you can’t drop.
Hey there, Brooklyn, you’re good lookin’
I smell Chinese food a-cookin’
I’m so glad I took this bookin’
Cause you’re the top!