You're the Top (Peizheng Version)

Original music and lyrics by Cole PorterNew lyrics by Giant PandaVocals and piano performed by Giant PandaAlbum: Pandamonium[download id="52"]

Lyrics and Chords

[download id="53"]At spoofs poetic, I’m so pathetic,That I always have found it best,Instead of getting them off my chest,To let them rest unexpressed.I hate parading my serenadingAs I’ll probably miss a barBut if this song goes on too longAt least it’ll tell you how great you are You’re the top, you’re the Canton TowerYou’re the top, you’re a propane showerYou’re the shopping bus driving all of us for freeYou’re the egg tart batter, a jiaozi platter, you’re fresh sushi You’re fake grass, you’re Big Ben’s chimingYou’re the class that can only get mimingYou’re the croaking of the bullfrog love at nightYou’re the chalkboard dust, you’re balcony rust, you’re fluorescent light You’re a trail of student greetersYou’re an email to read our water metersI’m a sinking boat, a counterfeit note, a flopBut if baby I’m the bottom, you’re the top You’re the top, you’re a spring typhoon,You’re the top, you’re a nap at noonYou’re the confident way that we always say “mǎi dān”You’re the sole survivor of a crazy driver in a mini van You’re the zap and that mosquito’s dead nowYou’re a wrap in front of BubugaoYou’re the mooncake tin we can store things in for years,You’re the potholed road as fireworks explode over student cheers You’re a street with a mango treeYou’re a seat on the Seven One ThreeI’m a fake “hello”, people walking so slow they stopBut if baby I’m the bottom, you’re the top You’re a fleet of yellow free bikesYou’re bony meat I’m sure that someone likesYou’re the morning ranting they’re chanting on and on and on and onYou’re Saizeriya, the cafeteria, you’re Decathlon You’re the pets that none of us keepYou’re the vets that are way too cheepI’m a bureaucrat who doesn’t have a chopBut if baby I’m the bottomBut if baby I’m the bottomBut if baby I’m the bottom, you’re the top