Scenes from an Italian Restaurant - Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - 2006

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.
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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
 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
 Drop a dime in the box play the
 Song about New Orleans
 Cold beer, hot lights
 My sweet romantic teenage nights
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 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.
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 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.
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 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.
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 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.
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 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.