Lletres: Ella Fitzgerald. If You Can’t Swing It (Mr. Paganini).

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 you?ll simply have to [Incomprehensible]

?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 [Incomprehensible]

We heard your repertoire and at the final bar
We greeted you with wild applause
But what a great ovation, of your interpretation

I never cared much for moonlight skies
I never blinked back at fireflies
Would you

So, Paganini don?t you be a meanie
What have you up your sleeve?
Come on and sling it
And if you can?t sling it, you simply have to [Incomprehensible]

?Oh, Mr. Paganini, please play my rhapsody
And if you cannot play it, won?t you sing?
Since the boys are boppin? ain?t no need in stoppin? [Incomprehensible]

?Please, Mr. Paganini, we breathlessly await
Your masterful baton, go on and sling it
Since the boys are boppin? ain?t no need in stoppin? [Incomprehensible]

We heard your repertoire and at the final bar
We greeted you with wild applause
But what a great ovation, of your interpretation [Incomprehensible]

Paganini don?t you be a meanie
What have you up your sleeve?
Come on and sling it
And if you can?t sling it, you simply have to
Swi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ing it

Mr. Paganini, Come on and swing it