Scenes From An Italian Restaurant Lyrics

Scenes From An Italian Restaurant lyrics

A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose 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 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

Brenda and Eddie
were the
Popular steadys
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 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
Eddie 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 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.

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
Fromhe 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
That's all I heard about
Brenda nd
Eddie
Can't tell you more than I
Told you already
And here we are
wavin' Brenda
And Eddie goodbye.

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