I've been playing some old records I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, a pile of junk And in that dusty attic I a music show Listening to the 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 away
I for all the magic and the days of cabaret back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old melodies of
In my youth, I studied music and it me how to sing signora They me to the opera and I loved that kind of thing But then I'd to the stories 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 danced the night
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret Bring back good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old melodies of
Then he'd talk about the and the way they used to dance About the liquor and the ballrooms of romance Then later in the movies dancing everywhere My grandpa said he dreamed that he could move Fred Astaire
Oh, 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 long for all the magic and the days of back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those old melodies of yesterday