I've been playing some old records
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That I found in Grandpa's trunk
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Beside a wind-up gramophone
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Beneath a pile of junk
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And in that dusty attic
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I enjoyed a music show
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Listening to the melodies
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Of eighty years ago
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Doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo
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The band would play
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Doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo
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They'd danced the night away
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I long for all the magic
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And the days of cabaret
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Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday
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Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday
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In my youth, I studied music
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And it taught me how to sing
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"Bella signora"
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They took me to the opera
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And I loved that kind of thing
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But then I'd listen to the stories
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That my grandpa used to tell
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About the Roaring Twenties
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And the songs he knew so well
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Doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo
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The band would play
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Doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo
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They'd danced the night away
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I long for all the magic
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And the days of cabaret
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Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday
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Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday
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Then he'd talk about the flappers
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And the way they used to dance
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About the bootleg liquor
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And the ballrooms of romance
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Then, later, in the movies
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There's dancing everywhere
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My grandpa said he dreamed
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That he could move like Fred Astaire
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Oh, doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo
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The band would play
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Doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo wacka doo
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They'd danced the night away
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I long for all the magic
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And the days of cabaret
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Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday
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Bring back those good old melodies of yesterday
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Doo Wacka Doo
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| Celtic Thunder |
