The concert was over at Carnegie Hall
The maestro took bow after bow
He said, “My dear friends, I have given my all
I'm sorry but it's all over now”
When from the gallery way up high
There suddenly came this mournful cry

“Mr. Paganini, please play my rhapsody
And if you cannot play it, won't you sing it?
And if you can't sing it, you'll simply have to

Mr. Paganini, breathlessly we wait
Your masterful baton, go on and sling it
And if you can't sling it, simply have to

We've heard your repertoire and at the final bar
We greeted you with a round applause
What a great ovation, your interpretation

Oh Mr. Paganini, now don't you be a meanie
What you got up your sleeve? Come on and spring it
And if you don't spring it, need you're gonna have to

Mr. Paganini, please play my rhapsody
And if you cannot play it, won't you sing it?
And if the boys are bopping, there ain't no need in stopping

Mr. Paganini, we breathlessly await
Your masterful baton, go on and sling it
And if the boys are bopping, ain't no need in stopping

Yeah, we heard your repertoire and at the final bar
We greeted you with wild applause
What a great ovation, your interpretation

Mr. Paganini, oh, don't you be a meanie
What have you up your sleeve? Come on and spring it
And if you don't spring it, that just means you'll have to

We've heard your repertoire and at the final bar
We greeted you with round applause
What a great ovation with your interpretation
I never cared much for moonlit skies
I never wake back the fireflies

Oh Mr. Paganini, don't you be a meanie
What have you up your sleeve? Come on and spring it
And if you don't spring it, might as well sing

You'll have to come on, swing it
Come on, swing it
Come on, swing it
Come on, come on, come on

Come on, swing it
Come on, swing it
Come on, swing it
Come on, come on, come on

Come on, swing it
Come on, swing it
Come on, swing it
Come on, come on, come on