I've playing some old records that I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, beneath a pile of And in that attic I enjoyed a music show Listening to the melodies of years 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 magic and the days of Bring those good old melodies of yesterday back those good old melodies of yesterday
In my youth, I studied and it taught me how to sing Bella They took me to the opera and I loved kind of thing But then I'd listen to the stories 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 danced the night away
I for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring those 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 there's everywhere My grandpa said he dreamed that he could like Fred Astaire
Oh, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The band play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd danced the night
I long for all the and the days of cabaret Bring back good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old melodies of