I've been playing old records that I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, beneath a pile of And in that attic I enjoyed a music show Listening to the melodies of years ago
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The band would Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo danced the night away
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back good old melodies of yesterday
In my youth, I studied music and it taught me how to signora They took me to the opera and I loved that kind of But then I'd listen to the stories that my grandpa to tell About the 'Roaring and the songs he knew so well
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The band would Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd danced the away
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret Bring back those good old of yesterday back those good old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd about the flappers and the way they used to dance the bootleg liquor and the ballrooms of romance Then later in the movies there's everywhere My grandpa said he dreamed that he move like Fred Astaire
Oh, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The would play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd danced the away
I for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old of yesterday Bring back good old melodies of yesterday