| The concert was over in Carnegie Hall
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| The maestro took bow after bow
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| He said, «My dear friends I have given my all
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| I’m sorry, it’s all over now»
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| When from the gallery way up high
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| There suddenly came this mournful cry
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| «Mr. |
| Paganini, please play my rhapsody
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| And if you cannot play it, won’t you sing it?
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| And if you can’t sing it, you’ll simply have to "
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| «Mr. |
| Paganini, we breathlessly await
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| Your masterful baton, go on and sling it
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| And if you can’t sling it, you’ll simply have to "
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| We heard your repertoire and at the final bar
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| We greeted you with a round applause
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| But what a great ovation, your interpretation "
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| «Mr. |
| Paganini, now don’t you be a meanie
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| What have you up your sleeve? |
| Come on and spring it
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| And if you don’t spring it, that means you’ll have to "
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| «Mr. |
| Paganini, please play my rhapsody
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| And if you cannot play it, won’t you sing it?
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| And if the boys is bopping ain’t no need in stopping "
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| «Mr. |
| Paganini, we breathlessly await
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| Your masterful baton, go on and sling it
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| If the boys are bopping ain’t no need in stopping»
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| A Tisket a tasket
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| I lost my yellow basket
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| We heard your repertoire and at the final bar
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| We greeted you with a round applause
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| But what a great ovation, your interpretation
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| «Listen Paganini, now don’t you be a meanie
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| What have you up your sleeve? |
| Come on and spring it
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| And if you don’t spring it, that means you have to»
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| We’ve heard your repertoire and at the final bar
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| We greeted you, we greeted you with wild applause
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| But what a great ovation, your interpretation
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| «Mr. |
| Paganini, now don’t you be a meanie
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| What have you up your sleeve? |
| Come on and spring it
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| And if you don’t spring it, that means you have to swing it» |