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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 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
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Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday
Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday
And the days of cabaret
I long for all the magic
They'd danced the night away
Doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo
The band would play
Oh, doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo
That he could move like Fred Astaire
My grandpa said he dreamed
There's dancing everywhere
Then, later, in the movies
And the ballrooms of romance
About the bootleg liquor
And the way they used to dance
Then he'd talk about the flappers
Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday
Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday
And the days of cabaret
I long for all the magic
They'd danced the night away
Doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo
The band would play
Doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo
And the songs he knew so well
About the Roaring Twenties
That my grandpa used to tell
But then I'd listen to the stories
And I loved that kind of thing
They took me to the opera
"Bella signora"
And it taught me how to sing
In my youth, I studied music
Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday
Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday
And the days of cabaret
I long for all the magic
They'd danced the night away
Doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo
The band would play
Doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo
Of eighty years ago
Listening to the melodies
I enjoyed a music show
And in that dusty attic
Beneath a pile of junk
Beside a wind-up gramophone
That I found in Grandpa's trunk
I've been playing some old records
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| DDoo WWacka DDoo |
| oo acka oo |
| oDo aWcka oDo |
| xoo aacka xoo |
| xDoo aWacka xDoo |
| Dxoo Waacka Dxoo |
| eoo 3acka eoo |
| eDoo 3Wacka eDoo |
| Deoo W3acka Deoo |
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| foo dacka foo |
| fDoo dWacka fDoo |
| Dfoo Wdacka Dfoo |
| roo eacka roo |
| rDoo eWacka rDoo |
| Droo Weacka Droo |
| coo sacka coo |
| cDoo sWacka cDoo |
| Dcoo Wsacka Dcoo |
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| soo 2acka soo |
| sDoo 2Wacka sDoo |
| Dsoo W2acka Dsoo |
| Dooo qacka Dooo |
| Do qWacka Do |
| Doo Wqacka Doo |
| Dko Dko |
| Dkoo Wcka Dkoo |
| Doko Wcaka Doko |
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| D9o Wzcka D9o |
| D9oo Wzacka D9oo |
| Do9o Wazcka Do9o |
| D0o Wqcka D0o |
| D0oo D0oo |
| Do0o Waqcka Do0o |
| Dlo Wscka Dlo |
| Dloo Dloo |
| Dolo Wascka Dolo |
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| Dio Wwcka Dio |
| Dioo Wwacka Dioo |
| Doio Wawcka Doio |
| Wxcka |
| Wxacka |
| Waxcka |
| Dok Waccka Dok |
| Waka |
| Dook Wakca Dook |
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