I've been playing some old records I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, beneath a of junk And in that attic I enjoyed a music show to the melodies of eighty years ago
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The band play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd danced the night
I for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring back those old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old 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 to the stories that my grandpa used to tell About the 'Roaring Twenties' and the songs he knew so
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The band would Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo danced the night away
I for all the magic and the days of cabaret back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd talk 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 like Fred
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 long for all the magic and the of cabaret Bring back those old melodies of yesterday Bring back those old melodies of yesterday