I've been playing old records that I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, beneath a pile of And in dusty attic I enjoyed a music show Listening to the melodies of eighty ago
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 for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old melodies of 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 opera and I that kind of thing But I'd listen to the stories that 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 would Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd danced the away
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back good old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd talk about the flappers and the way they to dance About the bootleg and the ballrooms of romance Then in the movies there's dancing everywhere My grandpa said he dreamed that he could 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 for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old melodies of back those good old melodies of yesterday