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   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 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 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 Eddie could never afford to live that kind of life"   But there we were wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye   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      They lived for a while in a very nice style   But it's always the 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   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      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