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