I've been playing some old records that I in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, beneath a of junk And in that attic 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 They'd the night away
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret back 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 Bella took me to the opera and I loved 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 knew so
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 back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd talk about the and the way they used to dance About the bootleg liquor and the of romance Then later in the there's dancing everywhere My grandpa said he dreamed that he move like Fred Astaire
Oh, 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 magic and the days of Bring those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those old melodies of yesterday