I've playing some old records that I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, a pile of junk And in that attic I enjoyed a music 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 They'd danced the night
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old melodies of
In my youth, I studied music and it me how to sing signora They took me to the and I loved that kind of thing But then I'd listen to the stories that my used to tell the 'Roaring Twenties' and the songs he knew so well
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The band would 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 those good old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd about the flappers and the way they used to dance About the bootleg liquor and the of romance Then in the movies there's dancing everywhere My grandpa said he dreamed that he could like Fred Astaire
Oh, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The band would 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