Текст песни If You Can't Sing It You'll Have To Swing It - Chick Webb

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 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
Swing it

Listen, Paganini
We breathlessly await your masterful detente
Go on and sling it
And if you can't sling it, you simply have to
Swing it

We heard your repertoire
And at the final bar
We greeted you with wild applause
But what a great ovation
Your interpretation of
I never cared much for moonlight skies
I never blinked back at fireflies
Would do