I've been playing old records that I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, beneath a of junk And in that attic I enjoyed 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 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 of yesterday
In my youth, I studied music and it taught me how to signora They me to the opera and I loved 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 would play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd 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
Then he'd talk about the and the way they used to dance About the liquor and the ballrooms of romance Then 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 band play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo danced the night away
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret Bring back those good old melodies of back those good old melodies of yesterday