You'll Have To Swing It ("Mr. Paganini") - Chick Webb

The concert was over in Carnegie Hall

The maestro took bow after bow

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

Im sorry, its 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, wont you sing it?

And if you cant sing it, you’ll simply have to "

«Mr.

Paganini, we breathlessly await

Your masterful baton, go on and sling it

And if you cant sling it, you’ll simply have to "

We heard your repertoire and at the final bar

We greeted you with a round applause

But what a great ovation, your interpretation "

«Mr.

Paganini, now dont you be a meanie

What have you up your sleeve?

Come on and spring it

And if you dont 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 is bopping ain’t no need in stopping "

«Mr.

Paganini, we breathlessly await

Your masterful baton, go on and sling it

If the boys are bopping ain’t no need in stopping»

A Tisket a tasket

I lost my yellow basket We heard your repertoire and at the final bar

We greeted you with a round applause

But what a great ovation, your interpretation «Listen Paganini, now dont you be

a meanie

What have you up your sleeve?

Come on and spring it

And if you dont spring it, that means you have to»

We’ve heard your repertoire and at the final bar

We greeted you, we greeted you with wild applause

But what a great ovation, your interpretation «Mr.

Paganini, now dont you be a

meanie

What have you up your sleeve?

Come on and spring it

And if you dont spring it, that means you have to swing it»