I've been playing some old records that I found in Grandpa's Beside a gramophone, beneath a pile of junk And in that dusty I enjoyed a music show Listening to the melodies of eighty ago
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The band 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 good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old melodies of
In my youth, I studied music and it taught me how to Bella They took me to the opera and I loved kind of thing But then I'd listen to the stories that my grandpa to tell the 'Roaring Twenties' and the songs 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 magic and the of cabaret Bring back those old melodies of yesterday Bring back those old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd talk about the flappers and the way they used to About the bootleg and the ballrooms of romance Then later in the there's dancing everywhere My said he dreamed that he could move like Fred Astaire
Oh, 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 good old melodies of yesterday back those good old melodies of yesterday