Cole Porter [작곡]

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 Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's 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!

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!

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!

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!

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 Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's 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!

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!

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!

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!

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 Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's 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!

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!

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!

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!

Night and day
you are the one.

Only you beneath the moon and under the sun
Whether near to me or far
It's no matter, darling, where you are
I think of you
Night and day
Day and night

Why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roaring traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room

I think of you
Night and day
Night and day
Under the hide of me

There's an Oh, such a hungry yearning
Burning inside of me

And it's torment won't be through
Till you let me spent my life making love to you
Day and night
Night and day

Only you beneath the moon and under the sun
Whether near to me or far
It's no matter, darling, where you are
I think of you
Night and day
Night and day
under the hide of me

There's an Oh, such a hungry yearning
Burning inside of me

And its torment won't be through
Till you let me spent my life making love to you
Day and night
Night and day

What is this thing called love?
This funny thing called love?
Just who can solve its mystery?
Why should it make a fool of me?

I saw you there one wonderful day
You took my heart and threw it away
That's why I ask the Lord in Heaven above
What is this thing called love?

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I saw you there one wonderful day
You took my heart and threw it away
That's why I ask the Lord in Heaven above
What is this thing called love?

Transcribed by Todd Peach <todd@thepeaches.com>

Following is another version with additional verses:

I was a hum-drum person
Leading a life apart
When love flew in through my window wide
And quickened my hum-drum heart
Love flew in thorugh my window
I was so happy then
But after love had stayed a little while
Love flew out again

What is this thing called love?
This funny thing called love?
Just who can solve its mystery?
Why should it make a fool of me?
I saw you there one wonderful day
You took my heart and threw it away
That's why I ask the Lawd in Heaven above
What is this thing called love?

You gave me days of sunshine
You gave me nights of cheer
You made my life an enchanted dream
'Til somebody else came near
Somebody else came near you
I felt the winter's chill
And now I sit and wonder night and day
Why I love you still?

It's too darn hot,
It's too darn hot.
I'd like to sup with my baby tonight,
Fulfill the cup with my baby tonight.
I'd like to sup with my baby tonight,
Fulfill the cup with my baby tonight,
But I ain't up to my baby tonight,
'Cause it's too darn hot.
It's too darn hot,
It's too darn hot.
I'd like to coo with my baby tonight,
And pitch the woo with my baby tonight.
I'd like to coo with my baby tonight,
And pitch the woo with my baby tonight.
But sister you'll fight my baby tonight
'Cause it's too darn hot.
It's too darn hot,

According to the latest Report
Ev'ry average girl you know
Much prefers her lovely doggie to court
When the temperature is low,
But when the thermometer goes 'way up
And the weather is sizzling hot,
Mister Adam
For his madam.
Is not,
'Cause it's too, too
Too darn hot,
It's too darn hot,
It's too darn hot.
BOYS:
It's too darn hot,
It's too darn hot.
It's too darn hot.
Hot, hot, hot, hot...

It's not 'cause I wouldn't,
It's not 'cause I shouldn't,
And, you know though well, it's not 'cause I couldn't,
It's simply because I'm the laziest gal in town.

My poor heart is achin'
To bring home the bacon,
And if I find myself alone and forsaken,
It's simply because I'm the laziest gal in town.

Though I'm more than willing to learn
How these gals get so much extra money to burn,
Every little proposition I just turn it down,
'Way down,

It's not 'cause I wouldn't,
It's not 'cause I shouldn't, honey,
And, you know, that it's not 'cause I couldn't,
It's simply because I'm the laziest, laziest gal in town.

Strange dear, but true dear,
When I'm close to you, dear,
The stars fill the sky,
So in love with you am I.
Even without you,
My arms fold about you,
You know darling why,
So in love with you am I.
In love with the night mysterious,
The night when you first were there,
In love with my joy delirious,
When I knew that you could care,
So taunt me, and hurt me,
Deceive me, desert me,
I'm yours, till I die.....
So in love.... So in love....
So in love with you, my love... am I....

Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon
Under the sun

Whether near to me or far
It's no matter, darlin', where you are
I think of you night and day

Night and day, why's it so
That this longing for you
Follows wherever I go

In the roaring traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you night and day

Night and day, under the hide of me
There's an, ooh, such a hungry yearning
Burning inside of me

And this torment won't be through
Till you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night, night and day

Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon
Under the sun

Whether near to me or far
It's no matter, darlin', where you are
I think of you night and day

Night and day, why's it so
That this longing for you
Follows wherever I go

In the roaring traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you night and day

Night and day, under the hide of me
There's an, ooh, such a hungry yearning
Burning inside of me

And this torment won't be through
Till you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night, night and day

Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon
Under the sun

Whether near to me or far
It's no matter, darlin', where you are
I think of you night and day

Night and day, why's it so
That this longing for you
Follows wherever I go

In the roaring traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you night and day

Night and day, under the hide of me
There's an, ooh, such a hungry yearning
Burning inside of me

And this torment won't be through
Till you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night, night and day

like the beat, beat, beat, of the tomtom
When the jungle shadows fall
Like the tick, tick, tick, of the stately clock
as it stands against the wall
Like the drip, drip, drip, of the raindrops
When the summer show'r is through
So a voice within me keeps repeating
You, you, you

Night and day you are the one
Only you beneath the moon and under the sun
Whether near to me or far
It's no matter, darling, where you are
I thing of you night and day

Day and night Why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roaring traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you night and day


Night and day under the hide of me
There's an Oh, such a hungry yearning
Burning inside of me
And its torment won't be through
Till you let me spend my life making love to
you day and night
Night and day (X2)

Night and day

Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today, Madam.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.
She is sorry to be delayed,
But last evening down in Lover's Lane she strayed.
Madam.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.

When she woke up and found, that her dream of love was gone.
Madam.
She ran to the man who had lead her so far astray.
And from under a velvet gown,
She drew a gun and shot her lover down,
Madam.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.

When the mob came and got her and dragged her from the jail,
Madam,
They strung her from the old willow cross the way.
And the moment before she died,
She lifted up her lovely head and cried,
Madam.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.

Miss Otis regrets... she's unable to lunch today.

Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today,
Madam, Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today,
She's sorry to be delayed,
But last evening down in lovers lane she strayed,
Madam, Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.

When She woke up and found that her dream of love was gone,
Madam, She ran to the man who had led her so far astray,
And from under her velvet gown,
She drew a gun and shot her lover down,
Madam, Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch to day.

When the Mob came and got her and dragged her from the jail,
Madam, they strung her apon the willow across the way,
And the moment before she died,
She lifted up her lovely head and cried,
Madam, Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.

There's a pirate, known to fame
Black Macocco was the Pirate's name
In his day, the tops was he
Round the Caribbean or Caribbean Sea

When he sites a clipper ship
Mack would board her and begin to clip
First he'd grab, the ladies fair
Especially those with jewels,
Those with jewels to spare!

Especially those with jewels,
Those with jewels to spare.
Especially those with jewels,
Especially those with jewels,
Those with jewels to spare!

With his ladies and his loot,
Next Macocco from the ship would scoot
Then he'd set the ship afire...what a pretty funeral
Funeral pyre!

Mack the Black, what a pretty funeral,
Mack the Black, marvelous funeral pyre!
Though the years this black Macocco
Lead his pirate reign
His claim to fame was as black as his name
All around the Spanish Maine.

When he'd a make his daily rounds
Gals would trail him like a pack of hounds
Ev'ry night he'd have a date Ladies go to pieces,
Over Pieces of eight.
Hey!

Sleep my baby, baby sleep
Time for babe to be in slumber deep
If you wake or cry or laugh
Mack the Black will whack ya
And he'll whack ya in half!

Mack the black will really whack
Mack the black will whack ya!
Mack the black would really have to
Whack ya in half!

Mack the Black will really whack ya,
Mack the Black will whack ya!
Mack the black will whack ya
And he'll whack ya!

Aaaaaah! Mack was ruthless,
Mack was feared
Perhaps it's better that he disappeared
Yet I know, that he was bad
I could fall in love with,
Fall in love with the lad!

Evening star, if you see Mack
Stop his wanderings and guide him back
I'll be waiting, patiently
By the Caribbean or Caribbean Sea.

Is that the Caribbean Sea?

And if I met this famous pirate
Met him face to face
You think I'd run and hide my head
And scream around the place
Why no I'd just sashay around
Displaying all my charms

And soon I'd have him walk the plank
Right into my arms

That's what I think of Mack the Black Macocco!

I lived in a dream, my sweet
In a dream of you
My dream was a joy complete
For you loved me too

And I was no longer afraid
Of what the future might reveal
For the stuff that dreams
Are made of was suddenly real

Love of my life, life of my love
I used to pray and pray you'd hear me
Love of my life, angels above
Sent you at last, to stay always near me

Now we are one, never to part
And nevermore need I implore you to miss me

Come to my arms, come to my heart
Kiss me, kiss me
Come to me, come to me
Love of my life

Love of my life
My life, my love

When the only sound on the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop

The moon so long has been gazing down
On the warward ways of this wayward town
My smile becomes a smirk, I go to work

Love for sale
Appetizing young love for sale
Love thats fresh and still unspoiled
Love thats only slightly soiled
Love for sale

Who will buy
Who would like to sample my supply
Who's prepared to pay the price
for a trip to paradise
Love for sale

Let the poets pipe of love
In their childish ways
I know every type of love
Better far than they
If you want the thrill of love
I have been through the mill of love
Old love
New love
Every love but true love

Love for sale
Appetizing young love for sale
If you want to buy my wares follow me and climb the stairs
Love for sale

When the only sound on the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop

The moon so long has been gazing down
On the warward ways of this wayward town
My smile becomes a smirk, I go to work

Love for sale
Appetizing young love for sale
Love thats fresh and still unspoiled
Love thats only slightly soiled
Love for sale

Who will buy
Who would like to sample my supply
Who's prepared to pay the price
for a trip to paradise
Love for sale

Let the poets pipe of love
In their childish ways
I know every type of love
Better far than they
If you want the thrill of love
I have been through the mill of love
Old love
New love
Every love but true love

Love for sale
Appetizing young love for sale
If you want to buy my wares follow me and climb the stairs
Love for sale

When the only sound on the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop

The moon so long has been gazing down
On the warward ways of this wayward town
My smile becomes a smirk, I go to work

Love for sale
Appetizing young love for sale
Love thats fresh and still unspoiled
Love thats only slightly soiled
Love for sale

Who will buy
Who would like to sample my supply
Who's prepared to pay the price
for a trip to paradise
Love for sale

Let the poets pipe of love
In their childish ways
I know every type of love
Better far than they
If you want the thrill of love
I have been through the mill of love
Old love
New love
Every love but true love

Love for sale
Appetizing young love for sale
If you want to buy my wares follow me and climb the stairs
Love for sale

When the only sound on the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop

The moon so long has been gazing down
On the warward ways of this wayward town
My smile becomes a smirk, I go to work

Love for sale
Appetizing young love for sale
Love thats fresh and still unspoiled
Love thats only slightly soiled
Love for sale

Who will buy
Who would like to sample my supply
Who's prepared to pay the price
for a trip to paradise
Love for sale

Let the poets pipe of love
In their childish ways
I know every type of love
Better far than they
If you want the thrill of love
I have been through the mill of love
Old love
New love
Every love but true love

Love for sale
Appetizing young love for sale
If you want to buy my wares follow me and climb the stairs
Love for sale

The night is young, the skies are clear
So if you want to go walking, dear,
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
I understand the reason why
You're sentimental, 'cause so am I,
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
You can tell at a glance
What a swell night this is for romance,
You can hear dear Mother Nature
Murmuring low,
"Let yourself go!"
So please be sweet, my chickadee,
And when I kiss you, just say to me,
"It's delightful, it's delicious,
It's delectable, it's delirious,
It's dilemma, it's delimit, it's deluxe,
It's de-lovely".

I feel a sudden urge to sing
The kind of ditty that invokes the spring.

I'll control my desire to curse
While you crucify the verse.

This verse I started seems to me
The Tin-Pantithesis of a melody,

So spare us all the pain,
Just skip the darn thing and sing the refrain...

Mi, mi, mi, mi,
Re, re, re, re,
Do, sol, mi, do, la, si.
The night is young, the skies are clear
So if you want to go walking, dear,
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
I understand the reason why
You're sentimental, 'cause so am I,
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
You can tell at a glance
What a swell night this is for romance,
You can hear dear Mother Nature
Murmuring low,
"Let yourself go!"

So please be sweet, my chickadee,
And when I kiss you, just say to me,
"It's delightful, it's delicious,
It's...It's de-lovely".

I've got you, under my skin
I've got you, deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me
I've got you, under my skinI tried so, not to give in
I said to myself this affair, it never will go so well
But why should I try to resist, when baby I know damn well
That I've got you, under my skinI'd sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And
s,
s in my earDon't you know, you fool, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do just the thought of you makes me stop before I begin
Because I've got you, under my skin