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