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 I enjoyed a music show Listening to the melodies of eighty ago
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 for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring those good old melodies of yesterday Bring those good 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 grandpa 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 melodies of Bring back those old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd talk about the and the way they used to dance the bootleg liquor and the ballrooms of romance Then later in the there's dancing everywhere My grandpa said he dreamed that he could move like 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 for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old of yesterday Bring back those good old of yesterday