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

A bottle of red, a bottle of white

It all depends upon your appetite

I'll meet you anytime you want

In our Italian restaurant

Things are okay with me these days

Got a good job, I got a good office

I got a new wife, got a new life

And the family is fine

Oh, we lost touch long ago

You lost weight, I did not know

You could ever look so nice after so much time

Do you remember those days hanging out at the Village Green?

Engineer boots, leather jackets and tight blue jeans

Oh, you drop a dime in the box, play a song about New Orleans

Cold beer, hot lights

My sweet romantic teenage nights

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

Brenda and Eddie 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 that you're much too lazy

And Eddie could never afford to live that kind of life

Oh, but there we were, waving Brenda and Eddie goodbye

Well, they got an apartment with deep pile carpets

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

Well, 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

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 their pieces

We always knew they would both find a way to get by

Oh, and that's all I heard about Brenda and Eddie

Can't tell you more 'cause I told you already

And here we are waving Brenda and Eddie goodbye

A bottle of red, ooh, a bottle of white

Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight

I'll meet you anytime you want

In our Italian restaurant