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 Listening to the melodies of eighty 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 back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old melodies of
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 to the stories that my grandpa used to tell About the 'Roaring Twenties' and the songs he knew so
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 back good old melodies of yesterday Bring those good old melodies of yesterday
he'd talk about the flappers and the way they used to dance About the bootleg and the ballrooms of romance Then later in the movies there's dancing My grandpa he dreamed that he could move like Fred Astaire
Oh, 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 and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old of yesterday Bring back those good old of yesterday