(Mr. Paganini) You'll Have to Swing It, Parts 1 & 2 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 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've 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

Heard your repertoire and at the final bar
We greeted you with a round applause
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
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