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 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 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 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 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 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 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 have to swing it