I've been playing some old records I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, a pile of junk And in that dusty attic I enjoyed a show Listening to the of eighty years ago
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 for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those old melodies of yesterday
In my youth, I studied 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 used to tell the 'Roaring Twenties' and the songs he knew 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 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 about the flappers and the way they used to dance the bootleg liquor and the ballrooms of romance Then later in the movies there's 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 danced the night away
I long for all the and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old melodies of Bring back those good old melodies of