You’ll Have to Swing It (Mr. Paganini) (If You Can’t Sing It) Songtext
von Ella Fitzgerald

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
Swing it

I said swing it
Oh, swing it
And don′t ding it

Oh, 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 swing it
I said swing it
And scat, oh man, boy
And said, oh Mister


We′ve heard your répertoire and
At the final bar
We′ve greeted you with wild applause
But what a great ovation
Your interpretation

Oh, Mr. Paganini, now don't you be a meanie
What have you up your sleeve, go on and spring it
And if you can′t spring it, you'll simply have to
Swing it

We′ve heard your répertoire and
At the final bar
We've greeted you with wild applause
But what a great ovation
Your interpretation

Oh, Mr. Paganini, now don′t you be a meanie
What have you up your sleeve, go on and spring it
And if you can't spring it, you'll simply have to
Swing it