I've been playing some old that I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, beneath a pile of And in that dusty attic I enjoyed a music 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 They'd danced the night
I long for all the magic and the days of Bring back those good old of yesterday Bring back those good old of yesterday
In my youth, I studied music and it taught me how to signora They took me to the opera and I loved that kind of But then I'd listen to the stories that my grandpa to tell About the Twenties' and the songs 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 away
I long for all the and the days of cabaret Bring back good old melodies of yesterday Bring those good old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd talk about the flappers and the way they to dance About the bootleg and the ballrooms of romance 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 the night away
I long for all the magic and the of cabaret Bring those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those old melodies of yesterday