I've been playing some old that I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, a pile of junk 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 danced the night away
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret Bring those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those old melodies of yesterday
In my youth, I studied music and it me how to sing signora They took me to the opera and I loved that kind of But I'd listen to the stories that my grandpa used to tell the 'Roaring Twenties' and the songs he knew so well
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 back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back good old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd talk about the flappers and the way used to dance About the liquor and the ballrooms of romance Then in the movies there's dancing everywhere My grandpa said he dreamed that he could move 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 magic and the of cabaret Bring back those old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old of yesterday