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’ll simply have to [bad word] 

“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 [bad word] 

We heard your repertoire and at the final bar
We greeted you with wild applause
But what a great ovation, of your interpretation

I never cared much for moonlight skies
I never blinked back at fireflies
Would you

So, Paganini don’t you be a meanie
What have you up your [bad word] on and sling it
And if you can’t sling it, you simply have to [bad word] 

“Oh, Mr. Paganini, please play my rhapsody
And if you cannot play it, won’t you sing?
Since the boys are boppin’ ain’t no need in stoppin’ [bad word] 

“Please, Mr. Paganini, we breathlessly await
Your masterful baton, go on and sling it
Since the boys are boppin’ ain’t no need in stoppin’ [bad word] 

We heard your repertoire and at the final bar
We greeted you with wild applause
But what a great ovation, of your interpretation [bad word] 

Paganini don’t you be a meanie
What have you up your [bad word] on and sling it
And if you can’t sling it, you simply have to
Swi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ing it

Mr. [bad word] on and swing it