I've been playing some old records that I found in Grandpa's Beside a wind-up gramophone, beneath a of junk And in that dusty attic I a music show Listening to the of eighty years ago
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 those old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old of yesterday
In my youth, I studied music and it me how to sing Bella They took me to the opera and I that kind of thing But then I'd listen to the that my grandpa used to tell About the 'Roaring Twenties' and the songs he so well
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 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 liquor and the of romance Then later in the movies there's dancing 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 night
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret Bring back good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old of yesterday