Scenes From An Italian Restuarant

Intro:                                             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--fa-a-ace  to face    hmmm   A bottle of red      a bottle of white     It all depends on your appetite    I’ll meet you any ti-i-me you want In our Italian     Restau-.                ..sax: |       |     |     |   |       |     | rant |        |    |     |      | |       |           |           |            | 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 good after So much ti-i-i-me. 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 |      |          |            |     |                                             2/4 |           |             |             |              | ..piano: |           |             |             |              | |           |          |          |           |    |           |          |          |           | |           |          |           |           |                   oh oh         oh oh          oh oh  oh oh oh oh |           |           |           |           |          Oh       oh oh          oh oh          oh oh oh oh oh    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. Oooh oh   oh oh     oh oh   oh oh oh oh Oooh oh   oh oh     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 Eddie could never afford to live that kind of life." But there we were wavin’ Brenda and Eddie goodbye. Oh oh    oh oh   oh oh 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. Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh |        |         |        |            | |        |      |        |        | |        |         |        |            | |        |         |      |            | |   |        |       |           |                                         oh   |       |          |  Oh     oh oh 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 freh- ends Then the king and the queen went back to the green But you can never go back there again. Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh 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 good |          |           | Bye.     |          |           |    |          |           |      --------------------------------------- --------------------------------------- --------------------------------------- ---3--2--------------------------------- ---------5--3--2--0---3--1--0----------- -------------------------------3--1--0--- |            |         |       |         Bb|   |           |           C|           C| h oh   oh oh    A bottle of red ooooo   and bottle of white     Whatever kind of mood you’re in  tonight    I’ll meet you any  time you want In our Italian Restau- |         |        | rant. ..sax:       |          |     |         |        |       |          |        |            |             | Transcription and chart Peter Kruger [email protected]