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Brenda and Eddy - Billy Joel

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    Published on 17 Mar 2024 / In Rock / Power Pop

    A bottle of whites, 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 whites
    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, I got a good office
    I 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
    You drop a dime in the box play a
    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 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 that you're much too lazy
    And Eddie could never afford to live that
    Kind of life
    But there we were wavin' Brenda and
    Eddie goodbye
    Well 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
    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 goodbye
    A bottle of red, a bottle of whites
    Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight
    I'll meet you anytime you want
    In our Italian Restaurant

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