I've been playing some old records that I in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, beneath a pile of 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 band would Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo danced the night away
I long for all the and the days of cabaret Bring back good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old of yesterday
In my youth, I studied music and it me how to sing signora They took me to the opera and I that kind of thing But then I'd listen to the stories that my grandpa to tell About the 'Roaring Twenties' and the songs he knew so
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The would play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd danced the away
I for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring those good old melodies of yesterday Bring 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 of romance Then later in the movies there's dancing My grandpa he dreamed 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 They'd 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