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