Минус Perry Como - Scenes From An Italian Restaurant

Текст (слова) песни Perry Como - 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 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
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
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 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 again

Brenda and Eddie
Had had it aready 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 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