E / Ewa Bem / (Mr. Paganini) You'll Have To Swing It
The concert was over in Carnagie 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 a 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 simply have to
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Mr. Paganini We breathlessly await Your masterful d'tente Go on and sling it And if you can't sling it You simply have to
(skat)
We heard your repertoire And at the final bar We greeted you With grand applause But what a great ovation Your interpretation
(skat)
Mr. Paganini Now don't you be a meanie What have you up your sleeve Come on and spring it And if you can't spring it You simply have to
(skat)
We heard your repertoire And at the final bar We greeted you With grand applause But what a great ovation Your interpretation
(skat)
Mr. Paganini We breathlessly await Your masterful d'tente Come, come on and spring it If the boys is bopping Ain't no need in stopping
We heard your repertoire And at the final bar We greeted you With grand applause But what a great ovation Your interpretation
(skat)
Mr. Paganini Now, don't you be a meanie What have you up your sleeve Come on and spring it And if you can't spring it You simply have to swing it
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