Scenes From An Italian Restaurant

A bottle of white
A bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rosé instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I, face to face
Mmm

A bottle of red
A bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian restaurant

Things are okay with me these days
Got a good job, got a good office
Got a new wife, got a new life
And the family's fine

We lost touch long ago
You lost weight I did not know
You could ever look so good
After so much time

I remember those days hanging out at the village green
Engineer boots, leather jackets and tight blue jeans
Drop a dime in the box play the song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights, my sweet romantic teenage nights

Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

Brenda and Eddie were the popular steadies
And the king and the queen of the prom
Riding around with the car top down
And the radio on

Nobody looked any finer
Or was more of a hit at the Parkway Diner
We never knew we could want more than that out of life
Surely Brenda and Eddie would always know how to survive

Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

Brenda and Eddy were still going steady
In the summer of '75
When they decided the marriage would be
At the end of July

Everyone said they were crazy
"Brenda you know you're much too lazy
And Eddie could never afford to live that kind of life"
Ah, but there we were wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye

Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

Well, they got an apartment with deep pile carpet
And a couple of paintings from Sears
A big waterbed that they bought with the bread 
They had saved for a couple of years

They started to fight when the money got tight
And they just didn't count on the tears

Woah, oh oh
Oh, oh oh
Yeah, that's rock n' roll

Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

They lived for a while in a very nice style
But it's always the same in the end
They got a divorce as a matter of course
And they parted the closest of friends

Then the king and the queen went back to the green
But you can never go back there again

Woah, oh oh
Oh, oh oh

Brenda and Eddie had had it already
By the summer of '75
From the high to the low to the end of the show
For the rest of their lives

They couldn't go back to the greasers
The best they could do was pick up the pieces
We always knew they would both find a way to get by
Yeah, that's all I heard about Brenda and Eddie

Can't tell you more than I
Told you already
And here we are wavin' Brenda
And Eddie goodbye

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

A bottle of red
A bottle of white
Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight
I'll meet you anytime you want
In our Italian restaurant

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