I've been playing some old records

That I found in Grandpa's trunk

Beside a wind-up gramophone

Beneath a pile of junk

And in that dusty attic

I enjoyed a music show

Listening to the melodies

Of eighty years ago



Doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo

The band would play

Doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo

They'd danced the night away



I long for all the magic

And the days of cabaret

Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday

Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday



In my youth, I studied music

And it taught me how to sing

"Bella signora"

They took me to the opera

And I loved that kind of thing

But then I'd listen to the stories

That my grandpa used to tell

About the Roaring Twenties

And the songs he knew so well



Doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo

The band would play

Doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo

They'd danced the night away



I long for all the magic

And the days of cabaret

Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday

Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday



Then he'd talk about the flappers

And the way they used to dance

About the bootleg liquor

And the ballrooms of romance

Then, later, in the movies

There's dancing everywhere

My grandpa said he dreamed

That he could move like Fred Astaire



Oh, doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo

The band would play

Doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo

They'd danced the night away



I long for all the magic

And the days of cabaret

Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday

Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday