I've been playing some old records that I found in Grandpa's a wind-up gramophone, beneath a pile of junk And in that dusty attic I enjoyed a show Listening to the melodies of eighty ago
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 good old of yesterday Bring those good old melodies of yesterday
In my youth, I studied music and it me how to sing Bella 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 he knew so well
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 and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old of yesterday back those good old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd talk about the flappers and the way used to dance About the bootleg liquor and the ballrooms of later 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 would play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo danced the night away
I for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring back good old melodies of yesterday Bring back good old melodies of yesterday