I've playing some old records that I found in Grandpa's trunk a wind-up gramophone, beneath a pile of junk And in that dusty attic I enjoyed a music Listening to the melodies of 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 magic and the of cabaret back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring those good old melodies of yesterday
In my youth, I music and it taught me how to sing Bella They me to the opera and I loved that kind of thing But then I'd listen to the that my grandpa used to tell About the 'Roaring Twenties' and the he knew 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 and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old melodies of Bring back those good old melodies of
Then he'd talk about the and the way they used to dance About the bootleg liquor and the of romance Then later in the movies dancing everywhere My grandpa said he 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 They'd the night away
I long for all the and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old melodies of Bring back good old melodies of yesterday