(If You Can't Sing It) You'll Have to Swing It (Mr. Paganini)-Ella Fitzgerald

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 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 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 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 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"