Doo Wacka Doo

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