I've been playing some old records that I found in Grandpa's Beside a gramophone, beneath a pile of junk And in dusty attic I enjoyed a music 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 They'd the night away
I for all the magic and the days of cabaret back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old 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 then I'd listen to the stories my grandpa used to tell About the 'Roaring Twenties' and the 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 Bring those good old melodies of yesterday back those good old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd talk the flappers and the way they used to dance About the bootleg and the ballrooms of romance Then later in the movies dancing everywhere My grandpa he dreamed that 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 night
I long for all the magic and the days of Bring back those good old melodies of back those good old melodies of yesterday