I've been playing some old records that I found in trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, beneath a of junk And in dusty attic I enjoyed a music show 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 danced the night
I long for all the and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old melodies of Bring back those good old melodies of
In my youth, I studied music and it taught me how to Bella They took me to the opera and I loved that kind of But I'd listen to the stories that my grandpa 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 away
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those old melodies of yesterday
he'd talk about the flappers and the way they used to dance About the liquor and the ballrooms of romance Then later in the movies there's dancing 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 magic and the of cabaret back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old melodies of