I've been playing some old records I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, a pile of junk And in dusty attic I enjoyed a music show Listening to the 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 danced the away
I long for all the magic and the days of 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 kind of But then I'd listen to the stories that my grandpa to tell About the 'Roaring Twenties' and the songs he so well
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 back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd talk the flappers and the way they used to dance About the liquor and the ballrooms of romance Then later in the movies there's everywhere My grandpa said he dreamed that he 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 and the days of cabaret Bring back good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old of yesterday