scenes from an italian restaurant

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 upon 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 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

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