I've been playing some old records that I found in trunk Beside a gramophone, beneath a pile of junk And in that dusty attic I a music show Listening to the melodies of eighty ago
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The band would Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo danced the night away
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret Bring back those old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old melodies of
In my youth, I music and it taught me how to sing signora They me to the opera 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 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 the night away
I for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old of yesterday Bring those good old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd about the flappers and the way they used to dance the bootleg liquor and the ballrooms of romance Then later in the 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 band play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd the night away
I long for all the magic and the days of Bring those good old melodies of yesterday Bring those good old melodies of yesterday