(If You Can’t Sing It) You’ll Have To Swing It - Chick Webb And His Orchestra

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 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 simply have to

Scat

Listen Paganini

We breathlessly await your masterful dtente

Go on and sling it

And if you can’t sling it you simply have to

Scat

We heard your repertoire

And at the final bar

We greeted you with wild applause

But what a great ovation

Your interpretation of:

Â'I never cared much for moonlight skies

I never blinked back at fireflies'

Would do

So, Paganini 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

Scat

Listen Paganini, please play my rhapsody

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

If the boys is bopping

Ain’t no need in stopping

Scat

Listen Paganini

We breathlessly await your masterful dtente

Come on and spring it

If the boys is bopping

Ain’t no need in stopping

Scat

I heard your repertoire and

At the final bar

We greeted you, we greeted you

With wild applause

But what a great ovation

Your interpretation of

Scat

Listen 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