I've been playing old records that I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a gramophone, beneath a pile of junk And in that dusty I enjoyed a music show Listening to the melodies of eighty ago
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 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 I'd listen to the stories that 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 band would Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd danced the away
I for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old of yesterday
Then he'd talk the flappers and the way they used to dance About the liquor and the ballrooms of romance later in the movies there's 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 would 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 good old of yesterday Bring those good old melodies of yesterday