(You'll Have To Swing It) Mr. Paganini - Live At The Crescendo, 1961

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 balcony way up high

There suddenly came a mournful cry

Oh, 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

Listen, Paganini

We breathlessly await your masterful détente

Go on and sling it

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

We heard your repertoire and at the final bar

We greeted you with a round of applause

But what a great ovation, your interpretation of

I never cared much for moonlit skies

I never blinked back at fireflies' would do

So Paganini

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

Listen Paganini

Please play my rhapsody

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

If the boys are bopping, ain't no need in stopping

Listen, Paganini

We breathlessly await your masterful détente

Come on and spring it

If the boys is bopping ain't no need in stopping

I heard your repertoire and at the final bar

We greeted you, we greeted you

With a round of 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 can't spring it

You simply have to swing it

(Thank you)