Scenes From an Italian Restaurant - Live at Yankee Stadium, Bronx, NY - June 1990

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-mmm
 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
 I got a good job, I got a good office
 Got a new wife, got a new life, and the family is 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 a song about New Orleans
 Cold beer, hot lights, my sweet romantic teenage nights
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 Yeah
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 Oh, oh, oh
 Oh, oh, oh
 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
 Surely Brenda and Eddie would always know how to survive
 Oh, oh, oh
 Oh, oh, oh
 Brenda and Eddie 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
 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 just didn't count on the tears
 Woah, oh
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 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 they can never go back there again
 Oh, oh
 Brenda and Eddie had had it all ready by the summer of '75
 From the high to the low to the end of the show for the rest of their lives
 Couldn't go back to the greasers
 The best they could do was pick up their pieces
 And 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
 Here we are wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye
 Oh, oh, oh
 Oh, oh, oh
 Oh, oh, oh
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 A bottle of red, ooh, a bottle of white
 Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight
 I'll meet you anytime you want
 In our Italian Restaurant