If You Can't Sing It (You'll Have To Swing It) Songtext / Lyric

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 [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 a round applause

But what a great ovation, your interpretation [Incomprehensible]"



"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 [Incomprehensible]"






"Mr. Paganini, please play my rhapsody

And if you cannot play it, won't you sing it?

And if the boys is bopping ain't no need in stopping [Incomprehensible]"



"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 [Incomprehensible]



We heard your repertoire and at the final bar

We greeted you with a round applause

But what a great ovation, your interpretation [Incomprehensible]



"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

But what a great ovation, your interpretation [Incomprehensible]



"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"