I've been playing some old records that I found in trunk Beside a gramophone, beneath a pile of junk And in dusty attic I enjoyed 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 danced the night away
I for all the magic and the days of cabaret back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old of yesterday
In my youth, I studied and it taught 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 used to tell the 'Roaring Twenties' and the songs 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 magic and the 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 ballrooms of Then later in the movies 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 play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd danced the away
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret Bring back good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old of yesterday