I've been playing some old records I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, beneath a pile of And in that dusty attic I enjoyed a music Listening to the melodies of eighty ago
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The would play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd the night away
I for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old melodies of Bring back those old melodies of yesterday
In my youth, I studied music and it me how to sing Bella They took me to the opera and I loved kind of thing But then I'd listen to the 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 play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo danced the night away
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret Bring those good old melodies of yesterday back those good old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd talk about the and the way they used to dance About the bootleg and the ballrooms of romance Then later in the movies dancing everywhere My grandpa said he that he could move like Fred Astaire
Oh, 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 and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old of yesterday Bring back good old melodies of yesterday