I've been playing some old that I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, a pile of junk And in that dusty attic I enjoyed a show Listening to the of eighty years ago
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The band would Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo danced the night away
I long for all the and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old of yesterday Bring those good old melodies of yesterday
In my youth, I studied 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 grandpa to tell About the 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 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
he'd talk about the flappers and the way they used to dance About the liquor and the ballrooms of romance Then later in the movies dancing 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 danced the night away
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret Bring those good old melodies of yesterday back those good old melodies of yesterday