The concert was over in Carnegie Hall
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The maestro took bow after bow
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He said, "My dear friends, I have given my all
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I'm sorry, it's all over now"
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When from the balcony way up high
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There suddenly came a mournful cry
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Oh, Mr. Paganini
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Please, play my rhapsody
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And if you cannot play it, won't you sing it?
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And if you can't sing, you simply have to
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Swing it
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Listen, Paganini
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We breathlessly await your masterful detente
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Go on and sling it
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And if you can't sling it, you simply have to
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Swing it
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We heard your repertoire
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And at the final bar
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We greeted you with wild applause
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But what a great ovation
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Your interpretation of
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I never cared much for moonlight skies
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I never blinked back at fireflies
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Would do
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So, Paganini, don't you be a meanie
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What have you up your sleeve?
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Come on and spring it
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And if you can't spring it, you simply have to
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Swing it
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Listen, Paganini
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Please, play my rhapsody
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And if you cannot play it, won't you sing it?
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If the boys is bopping
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Ain't no need in stopping
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Swing it
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Listen, Paganini
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We breathlessly await your masterful detente
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Come on and spring it
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If the boys is bopping
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Ain't no need in stopping
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Swing it
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I heard your repertoire and
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At the final bar
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We greeted you, we greeted you
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With wild applause
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But what a great ovation
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Your interpretation of
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Swing it
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Listen, Paganini
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Now, don't you be a meanie
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What have you up your sleeve?
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Come on and spring it
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And if you can't spring it, you simply have to
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Swing it
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If You Can't Sing It
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| Ella Fitzgerald |
