Mr. Paganini Songtext
von 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, it's all over now"
When from the gallary 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've heard your repertoire
And at the final bar
We greeted you with round applause
But what a great ovation
Your interpretation of...


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, wont you sing it?
And if the boys are bopping
Aint 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

Heard your repertoire
And at the final bar
We greeted you with round applause
What a great ovation
Your interpretation of...


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
Oh 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