I've been playing some old records I found 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 of cabaret Bring back good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old of yesterday
In my youth, I music and it taught me how to sing signora They took me to the and I loved that kind of thing But then I'd listen to the stories that my grandpa used to About the 'Roaring Twenties' and the 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 those good old melodies of yesterday back those good old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd talk about the flappers and the way 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 like 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 away
I long for all the and the days of cabaret Bring those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back good old melodies of yesterday