You'll Have To Swing It (Mr. Paganini) [Pt. 1 & 2]

The concert was over in Carnegie Hall

The maestro took bow after bow

He said, "My dear friends, I have given my all

I'm sorry, it's all over now"

When from the gallery, way up high

There suddenly came this mournful cry

Mr. Paganini, please play my rhapsody

And if you cannot play it, won't you sing it?

And if you can't sing it, you'll simply have to

Mr. Paganini, we breathlessly await

Your masterful baton, go on and sling it

And if you can't sling it, you'll simply have to

We've heard your repertoire and at the final bar

We greeted you with round applause

But what a great ovation, your interpretation

Mr. Paganini, now don't you be a meanie

What have you up your sleeve? Come on and spring it

And if you don't spring it, that means you'll have to

Mr. Paganini, please play my rhapsody

And if you cannot play it, won't you sing it?

And if the boys are boppin', ain't no need in stoppin'

Mr. Paganini, we breathlessly await

Your masterful baton, go on and sling it

If the boys are boppin', ain't no need in stoppin'

Tisket, a-tasket, I lost my yellow basket

Heard your repertoire, and at the final bar

We greeted you with round applause

What a great ovation, your interpretation

Listen, Paganini, now don't you be a meanie

What have you up your sleeve? Come on and spring it

And if you don't spring it, that means you'll have to

We've heard your repertoire and at the final bar

We greeted you, we greeted you with wild applause

Oh, but what a great ovation, your interpretation

Mr. Paganini, now don't you be a meanie

What have you up your sleeve? Come on and spring it

And if you don't spring it, that means you'll have to swing it