I've been some old records that I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a gramophone, beneath a pile of junk And in that dusty attic I enjoyed a show to the melodies of eighty years ago
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The band would Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd the night away
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret Bring back those good old of yesterday Bring back 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 that 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 long for all the magic and the days of Bring back good old melodies of yesterday back those good old melodies of yesterday
Then talk about the flappers and the way they used to dance About the bootleg liquor and the of romance Then in the movies there's 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 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 those old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old of yesterday