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 nice 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 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
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
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
We always knew
they would both
find a way to get by
That's all I heard about
Brenda and Eddie
Can't tell you more
than I told you already
And here we are wavin'
Brenda and Eddie
goodbye.
A bottle of red,
A bottle of white
Whatever kind of mood
you're in tonight
I'll meet you anytime
you want in our
Italian Restaurant.