Letra de Scenes From An Italian Restaurant (Live at Shea Stadium, Queens, NY - July 2008)
A bottle of white, a bottle of red Perhaps a bottle of rosé instead We'll get a table near the street In our old familiar place You and I - face to faceA bottle of red, a bottle of white It all depends on your appetite I'll meet you any time you want In our Italian restaurantThings 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 timeYou remember those days hangin' 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 nightsBrenda 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 outta life Surely Brenda and Eddie would always know how to surviveBrenda and Eddie were still goin' steady in the Summer of '75 When they decided the marriage'd 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 kinda life Oh, but there we were wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbyeThey 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 tearsThey 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 againBrenda 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 their 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 goodbyeA bottle of red, a bottle of white Whatever kinda mood you're in tonight I'll meet you anytime you want In our Italian restaurant