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 I enjoyed a music show Listening to the melodies of 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 night
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret Bring back those good old 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 loved kind of thing But then I'd listen to the stories that my grandpa to tell About the 'Roaring Twenties' and the songs he knew so
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The would play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo danced the night away
I for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring back good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd talk about the flappers and the way used to dance About the bootleg liquor and the ballrooms of Then later in the there's dancing everywhere My grandpa said he dreamed that he could move like Fred
Oh, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The band would Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo danced the night away
I for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old of yesterday Bring those good old melodies of yesterday