Ewa Bem - (Mr. Paganini) You'll Have To Swing It

The concert was over in Carnagie 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 a 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 simply have to

(skat)

Mr. Paganini
We breathlessly await
Your masterful d'tente
Go on and sling it
And if you can't sling it
You simply have to

(skat)

We heard your repertoire
And at the final bar
We greeted you
With grand applause
But what a great ovation
Your interpretation

(skat)

Mr. Paganini
Now don't you be a meanie
What have you up your sleeve
Come on and spring it
And if you can't spring it
You simply have to

(skat)

We heard your repertoire
And at the final bar
We greeted you
With grand applause
But what a great ovation
Your interpretation

(skat)

Mr. Paganini
We breathlessly await
Your masterful d'tente
Come, come on and spring it
If the boys is bopping
Ain't no need in stopping

We heard your repertoire
And at the final bar
We greeted you
With grand applause
But what a great ovation
Your interpretation

(skat)

Mr. Paganini
Now, don't you be a meanie
What have you up your sleeve
Come on and spring it
And if you can't spring it
You simply have to swing it

Mr. Paganini have to swing it.