Scenes From an Italian Restaurant sing and play along

A bottle of white,

a bottle of red

Perhaps a bottle of rosé instead

Get a table near the street

In our old familiar place You and I face to face mm mm

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 nice after so much time

Do you remember those days hanging out at the Village Green

The engineer boots, leather jackets and tight bluejeans

You drop a dime in the box play a song about New Orleans

Cold beer, hot lights

My sweet romantic teenage nights

Whoa whoa whoa

whoa whoa whoa

Brenda and Eddie were the popular steadies and the king and the queen of the prom

Riding around with the car top down be 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

Whoa whoa whoa

whoa whoa whoa

Brenda and Eddie were still going steady in the summer of seventyfive prom

When they decided the marriage would be at the end of July

Ev'ryone said they were crazy, or was "Brenda,

you know that you're much too lazy Eddie could never afford to live that kind of life."

Oh, but there we were waving Brenda and Eddie good surbye

Whoa whoa whoa

whoa whoa whoa

Brenwhoa whoa whoa

Well, they got an apartment with deep pile carpets and a couple of paintings from

Sears A big water bed 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

Whoa whoa

whoa

Brenda and Eddie had had it already by the summer of seventyfive

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

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've told you already and here we are waving Brenda and Eddie goodbye

Whoa whoa whoa

whoa whoa whoa

whoa whoa whoa

A bottle of red,

a bottle of white

Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight

I'll meet you any time you want in our Italian restaurant