I've playing some old records that I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a gramophone, beneath a pile of junk And in that attic I enjoyed a music show Listening to the of eighty years ago
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The band would Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo danced the night away
I long for all the and the days of cabaret Bring back good old melodies of yesterday back those good old melodies of yesterday
In my youth, I studied music and it me how to sing Bella took me to the opera and I loved that kind of thing But then I'd to the stories that my grandpa used to tell the 'Roaring Twenties' and the songs he knew so well
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The band play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo danced the night 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
Then he'd talk about the flappers and the way they used to About the liquor and the ballrooms of romance Then later in the movies dancing everywhere My grandpa said he that he could move like Fred Astaire
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 Bring back those old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old of yesterday