Scenes From An Italian Restaurant (Live at Carnegie Hall)

> 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, mmm hmm A bottle of red, a bottle of white, it all depends upon your appetite I'll meet you anytime you want in our Italian Restaurant. Things are okay with me these days I got a good job, I got a good office I got a new wife, I got a new life and the family's fine Oh we lost touch years 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 drop a dime in the box play the song about New Orleans Cold beer, hot lights, my sweet romantic teenage nights, yeah Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh 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. Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Brenda and Eddy were still going steady in the summer of '75 When they decided the marriage would be at the end of July Ah, everyone said they were crazy "Brenda you know you're much too lazy Eddie could never afford to live that kind of life." Oh, but there we were wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye. Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh 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. Whoa ho, whoa ho Rock yourself and roll! Yeah hey! Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh 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 The king and the queen went back to the green But you never go back there again No oh, no oh 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 Oh and that's all I heard about Brenda and Eddie Can't tell you more cause I told you already And here we are wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye. Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh Yeah, yeah! A bottle of red, ahh a bottle of white Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight I'll meet you anytime you want in our Italian Restaurant Yeah yeah yeah yeah... Oh yeah yeah... (Thank you.)