I've been playing some old records I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, beneath a pile of 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 band play 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 of yesterday Bring back those good old melodies of
In my youth, I music and it taught me how to sing Bella They took me to the opera and I loved that kind of But then I'd listen to the stories that my 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 danced the night away
I long for all the magic and the days of back those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back good old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd talk about the flappers and the way used to dance About the liquor and the ballrooms of romance Then later in the movies dancing everywhere My grandpa he dreamed that he could move like 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 away
I long for all the magic and the days of Bring those good old melodies of yesterday Bring back those good old of yesterday