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 joined a music show
Listening to the melodies of eighty years ago

Doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo the band a play
Doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo dance the night away
How I longed for all the magic of the days of cabaret
Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday

In my youth I studied music and they taught me how to sing
"Bella Signora"
They took me to the opera and I love that sort of thing
But then I'd listen to the stories 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 they danced the night away
How I longed for all the magic of 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 used to dream that he could move like Fred Astair
Doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo the band would play
Doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo they danced the night away
How I longed for all the magic of the days of cabaret
Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday
Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday