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(If You Can't Sing It) You'll Have to Swing It
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Mister 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-oh-oh swing it
And don't ding it
 
Oh mister Paganini, we breathlessly await
Your masterful d‚tente, go-o on and sling it
And if you can't sling it
You'll simply have to swing it
I said swing it
And scattywahwah
And wahdyscatla
 
We've heard your repertoire and
At the final bar
We've greeted you with wild applause
But what a great ovation
Your interpretation
Pat-scoodle-atty-doody yeah yeah yeah
 
Oh Mister 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