I've been playing some old records I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, a pile of junk And in that attic I enjoyed a music show Listening to the 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 away
I long for all the magic and the 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 Bella They took me to the and I loved that kind of thing But I'd listen to the stories that my grandpa used to tell About the Twenties' and the songs he knew so well
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 days of Bring back those good old melodies of 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 ballrooms of Then later in the movies there's everywhere My grandpa said he dreamed that he could move like Fred
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 for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring back those old melodies of yesterday Bring those good old melodies of yesterday