I've been playing some old records that I in Grandpa's trunk Beside a gramophone, beneath a pile of junk And in dusty attic I enjoyed a music show Listening to the melodies of 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 night
I for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old melodies of Bring back good old melodies of yesterday
In my youth, I studied music and it taught me how to signora They took me to the opera and I that kind of thing But then I'd listen to the that my grandpa used to tell About the 'Roaring Twenties' and the 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 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 melodies of
Then he'd talk the flappers and the way they used to dance About the bootleg liquor and the of romance Then later in the there's 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 play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd danced the night
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret Bring back those good old of yesterday Bring back good old melodies of yesterday