Lyrics:

The concert was over in Carnegie 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 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 [Incomprehensible]'
'Mr. Paganini, we breathlessly await
Your masterful baton, go on and sling it
And if you can't sling it, you'll simply have to [Incomprehensible]'
We heard your repertoire and at the final bar
We greeted you with a round applause
But what a great ovation, your interpretation [Incomprehensible]'
'Mr. Paganini, now 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 means you'll have to [Incomprehensible]'
'Mr. Paganini, please play my rhapsody
And if you cannot play it, won't you sing it?
And if the boys is bopping ain't no need in stopping [Incomprehensible]'
'Mr. Paganini, we breathlessly await
Your masterful baton, go on and sling it
If the boys are bopping ain't no need in stopping'
A Tisket a tasket
I lost my yellow basket [Incomprehensible]
We heard your repertoire and at the final bar
We greeted you with a round applause
But what a great ovation, your interpretation [Incomprehensible]
'Listen Paganini, now 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 means you have to'
We've heard your repertoire and at the final bar
We greeted you, we greeted you with wild applause
But what a great ovation, your interpretation [Incomprehensible]
'Mr. Paganini, now 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 means you have to swing it'