I've been some old records that I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, beneath a of junk And in that dusty attic I enjoyed a music 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 danced the night away
I long for all the and the days of cabaret Bring back those good old 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 opera and I that kind of thing But then I'd listen to the stories 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 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
Then he'd talk about the flappers and the way they used to About the bootleg liquor and the 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 would 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 good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old of yesterday