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 We heard your repertoire and at the final bar We greeted you with a round applause But what a great ovation, your interpretation "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 "Mr. Too Many T’s) First things first we’ve been close for years. 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 " "Mr. He gives melodies, notes, harmonies, rhymes, lyrics Me and 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 " "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 " We heard your repertoire and at the final bar We greeted you with a round applause But what a great ovation, your interpretation " "Mr. comon swing it up baby rocking like a crazy we’ll we movin and we groovin like a rock and roll swing it out baby one two three four comon and rock. 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. I said swing it, baby (Swing, Swing) When it hits it connects and they (Scream, Scream) Never been nice Im so mean, Im so mean (Swing, Swing) (Scream, Scream) Never been nice Im so (Mean, Mean) (Swing, Swing) Go on swing it (Scream, Scream) (Mean, Mean) Then the gangs gotta jump in the scene Watch it going It was gone better gone Then never. The lyrics were inspired by a performance of a jazz band. the new chord changes just presented themselves and fell into place.'. 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. Background and composition 'Sultans of Swing' was composed by Mark Knopfler on a National Steel guitar in open tuning.He thought the song was 'dull' until he bought his first Stratocaster in 1977: 'It just came alive as soon as I played it on that 61 Strat.