You'll Have To Swing

You'll Have to Swing - Martha Raye

The concert was over in Carnegie Hall

And the maestro took bow after bow

He said

My dear friends

I have given my all

And I'm sorry it's all over now

When from the balcony way up high

There suddenly came a mournful cry

Oh Mr Paganini

Please play my rhapsody

And if you cannot play it

Won't you sing it

And if you can't sing you

Sing you simply have to

Swing it

Mr Paganini

We breathlessly await your masterful detente

And go on and sling it

And if you can't sling it

And you simply have to

To swing it

We heard your repertoire

And at the final bar

We greeted you with wild applause

But what a great ovation

With your interpretation of

Mr Paganini

Don't you be a meanie

What have you up your sleeve

Come on and spring it

If you can't spring it

Then you simply have to

Swing it