(If You Can't Sing It) You'll Have To Swing It — Ella Fitzgerald

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