I've been playing some old that I found in Grandpa's trunk a wind-up gramophone, beneath a pile of junk And in that dusty attic I a music show to the melodies 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 and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old melodies of back those good old melodies of yesterday
In my youth, I music and it taught me how to sing signora They took me to the opera and I loved that of thing But then I'd to the stories that my grandpa used to tell About the 'Roaring Twenties' and the songs he knew so
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 Bring back those old melodies of yesterday back those good old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd talk about the flappers and the way they to dance About the liquor and the ballrooms of romance Then later in the movies dancing everywhere My grandpa said he dreamed that he 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 days of Bring back those good old melodies of Bring back good old melodies of yesterday