I've playing some old records that I found in Grandpa's trunk a wind-up gramophone, beneath a pile of junk And in dusty attic I enjoyed a music show to the melodies of eighty years ago
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The band would Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd the night away
I long for all the magic and the days of Bring those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old melodies of
In my youth, I music and it taught me how to sing signora They me to the opera and I loved that kind of thing But then I'd listen to the stories that my 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 for all the magic and the days of cabaret Bring back good old melodies of yesterday Bring back good old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd talk about the flappers and the way they used to About the bootleg liquor and the ballrooms of Then later in the movies there's everywhere My grandpa said he dreamed that he could move 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 magic and the of cabaret back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those old melodies of yesterday