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, mmmm...
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.
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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
That you would ever look so good after / So much time.
Do you remember those days hanging out / At the village green
Engineer boots, leather jackets / And tight blue jeans / You drop a dime in the box play a song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights / My sweet romantic teenage nights
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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
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Surely Brenda and Eddie would / Always know how to survive. / Woh Woh Woh Woh Woh Woh
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
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 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, a bottle of white
Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight
I'll meet you anytime you want
In our Italian Restaurant