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 I enjoyed a music show Listening to the melodies of years ago
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The would play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd the night away
I long for all the and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old melodies of 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 of thing But then I'd listen to the stories that my used to tell About the 'Roaring Twenties' and the songs he knew so
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The would play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd danced the night
I long for all the and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old of yesterday Bring those good old melodies of yesterday
Then talk 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 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 danced the night
I long for all the magic and the days of Bring back those good old of yesterday Bring back those good old melodies of