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Scenes from an Italian Restaurant

A bottle of white, a bottle of redPerhaps a bottle of rose insteadWe'll get a table near the streetIn our old familiar placeYou and I–face to face

A bottle of red, a bottle of whiteIt all depends on your appetiteI'll meet you any time you wantIn our Italian Restaurant.

Things are okay with me these daysGot a good job, got a good officeGot a new wife, got a new lifeAnd the family's fineWe lost touch long agoYou lost weightI did not knowYou could ever look so good afterSo much time.

I remember those days hanging outAt the village greenEngineer boots, leather jacketsAnd tight blue jeansDrop a dime in the box play theSong about New OrleansCold beer, hot lightsMy sweet romantic teenage nights

Brenda and Eddie were the popular steadiesAnd the king and the queen of the promRiding around with the car top down and the radio onNobody looked any finerOr was more of a hit at the Parkway DinerWe never knew we could want more than that out of lifeSurely Brenda and Eddie would always know how to survive.

Brenda and Eddie were still going steady in the summer of '75When they decided the marriage would be at the end of JulyEveryone said they were crazy“Brenda you know you're much too lazyEddie could never afford to live that kind of life.”But there we were wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye.

They got an apartment with deep pile carpetAnd a couple of paintings from SearsA big waterbed that they bought with the breadThey had saved for a couple of yearsThey started to fight when the money got tightAnd they just didn't count on the tears.

They lived for a while in a very nice styleBut it's always the same in the endThey got a divorce as a matter of courseAnd they parted the closest of friendsThen the king and the queen went back to the greenBut you can never go back there again.

Brenda and Eddie had had it alreadyBy the summer of '75From the high to the lowTo the end of the showFor the rest of their livesThey couldn't go back to the greasersThe best they could do was pick up the piecesWe always knew they would both find a way to get byThat's all I heard about Brenda and EddieCan't tell you more than I told you alreadyAnd here we are wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye.

A bottle of red, and bottle of whiteWhatever kind of mood you're in tonightI'll meet you anytime you wantIn our Italian Restaurant.

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