I've playing some old records that I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, beneath a of junk And in that dusty attic I enjoyed a show to the melodies of eighty years 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 days of Bring back those old melodies of yesterday 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 loved that 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 would Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd danced the night
I long for all the magic and the days of Bring those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old of yesterday
Then he'd about the flappers and the way they used to dance About the 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 band play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd danced the away
I long for all the and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old melodies of back those good old melodies of yesterday