I've playing some old records that I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, a pile of junk And in that dusty attic I enjoyed a show Listening to the melodies of years ago
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The would 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 old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old melodies of
In my youth, I studied music and it taught me how to signora They me to the opera and I loved that kind of thing But then I'd listen to the stories that my grandpa 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 days of Bring those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old of yesterday
he'd talk about the flappers and the way they used to dance About the bootleg liquor and the of romance Then in the movies there's 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 danced the night away
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret Bring those good old melodies of yesterday Bring those good old melodies of yesterday