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 melodies of years ago
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The would play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd the night 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
In my youth, I studied music and it taught me how to signora They took me to the and I loved that kind of thing But then I'd listen to the stories 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 danced the night away
I long for all the and the days of cabaret Bring back good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old of yesterday
Then he'd talk about the and the way they used to dance About the bootleg liquor and the ballrooms of later in the movies 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 would play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd danced the away
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret Bring those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old melodies of