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 to the melodies 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 long for all the magic and the days of Bring back 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 that my grandpa used to tell About the 'Roaring Twenties' and the songs he so well
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 back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back good old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd about the flappers and the way they used to dance About the bootleg liquor and the ballrooms of Then later in the there's dancing everywhere My grandpa said he dreamed he could move like Fred Astaire
Oh, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The band play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo danced the night away
I for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring back those old melodies of yesterday Bring back those old melodies of yesterday