Karaoke Scenes From An Italian Restaurant

A bottle of white a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
Get a table near the street in our old familiar place
You and I face to face
Mmm
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're okay with me these days
I got a good job
I got a good office
I got a new wife got a new life and the family is fine
Oh, we lost touch not 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 drop a dime in the box play the song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights my sweet romantic teenage nights ooh
Yeah
Ooh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Brenda and Eddie were 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
Brenda and Eddie were still going steady in the summer of seventy-five
When they decided the mariage would be at the end of July
Everyone said they were crazy
"Brenda you know that you're much too lazy and Eddie could never afford to live that kind of life"
Oh, but there we were wavin'
Brenda and Eddie goodbye
Oh oh oh
Well they got an apartment with deep pile carpets 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
Oh oh
Let's Rock and Roll
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
Then the king and the queen went back to the green but you could never go back there again
Woah woah
Brenda and Eddie had had it already by the summer of seventy-five
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 their 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 'cos
I've told you already
And here we are wavin'
Brenda and Eddie goodbye
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Yeah yeah
A bottle of red
Mmm a 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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