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 ooohA 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 is fineOh, we lost touch long agoYou lost weight, I did not knowYou 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 jeansOh, you'd drop a dime in the box play a songAbout New OrleansCold beer, hot lightsMy sweet romantic teenage nightsBrenda and Eddie were the popular steadiesAnd the king and the queen at the promRiding around with the car top downAnd the radio onNobody looked any finer or 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 surviveBrenda 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 crazyBrenda you know you're much too lazyAnd Eddie could never afford to live that kind of lifeBut there we were waving 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 yearsBut they started to fight when the money got tightAnd they just didn't count on the tearsWell 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 low to 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 piecesBut we always knew they would both find a way to get byOh, that's all I heard about Brenda and EddieCan't tell you more cause I told you alreadyAnd here we are waving 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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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 oooh
A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends on 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 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'd 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 at 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 you're much too lazy
And Eddie could never afford to live that kind of life
But there we were waving 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
But 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 the pieces
But we always knew they would both find a way to get by
Oh, 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, and 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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