I've been playing some old records that I in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, beneath a of junk And in that 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 They'd danced the away
I for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old of yesterday Bring those good old melodies of yesterday
In my youth, I studied music and it me how to sing Bella They me to the opera and I loved that kind of thing But then I'd listen to the stories that my grandpa 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 away
I long for all the and the days of cabaret back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring those good old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd about the flappers and the way they used to dance About the bootleg and the ballrooms of romance Then later in the there's dancing everywhere My grandpa said he dreamed that he could move like Fred
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 for all the magic and the days of cabaret back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring those good old melodies of yesterday