Joel Billy - Scenes From An Italian Restaurant Lyrics
A bottle of white, a bottle of redPerhaps a bottle of rose insteadWell get a table near the streetIn our old familiar placeYou and I - face to faceA bottle of red, a bottle of whiteIt all depends on your appetiteIll 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 familys fineWe lost touch long agoYou lost weight I did not knowYou could ever look so good after so much time.I remember those days hanging out at the village greenEngineer boots, leather jackets and tight blue jeansDrop a dime in the box play the song about new orleansCold beer, hot lightsMy sweet romantic teenage nightsBrenda 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 eddy 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 youre 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 didnt count on the tears.They lived for a while in a very nice styleBut its 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 already by the summer of 75From the high to the low to the end of the showFor the rest of their livesThey couldnt go back to the greasersThe best they could do was pick up the piecesWe always knew they would both find a way to get byThats all I heard about brenda and eddieCant tell you more than I told you alreadyAnd here we are wavin brenda and eddie goodbye.A bottle of red, a bottle of whiteWhatever kind of mood youre in tonightIll meet you anytime you wantIn our italian restaurant.
