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Scenes From An Italian Restaurant - The Hit Crew

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 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

oh 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

yeah Drop a dime in the box play the

Song about New Orleans

Cold beer, hot lights

My sweet romantic teenage nights

hoo yeah yeah

hoo hoo hoo 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.

ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh woo

Brenda and Eddy were still going

Steady in 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

ooh That's all I heard about

Brenda and Eddie

Can't tell you more than I

Told you already

And here we are waving Brenda

And Eddie goodbye.

ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh wow

ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh wow

ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh wow

yeah yeah yeah yeah

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.