Doo Wacka Doo

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 whacka doo whacka

Doo whacka doo whacka doo

The band would play

Doo whacka doo whacka

Doo whacka doo

They 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 love that kind of thing

But then I'd listen to the stories

That my grandpa used to tell

About the roaring 20's and the songs he knew so well

Doo whacka doo whacka

Doo whacka doo whacka doo

The band would play

Doo whacka doo whacka

Doo whacka doo

They 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 was dancing everywhere

My grandpa said he dreamed that he could move like Fred Astaire

Doo whacka doo whacka

Doo whacka doo whacka doo

The band would play

Doo whacka doo whacka

Doo whacka doo

They 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