Scenes from an Italian Restaurant - Live at Carnegie Hall, New York, NY - June 1977

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 on 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 good 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 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 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.