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 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, I got a good office I got a new wife, got a new life And the family is fine Oh, 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 Oh, you'd 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 at 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 Oh, but there we were waving 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,
Well 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
Oh, and that's all I heard about Brenda and Eddie Can't tell you more 'cause I told you already And here we are waving 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
Songwriters: Billy Joel For non-commercial use only. Data from:Musixmatch
"The Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead" by The Crash Test Dummies
Peter Pumpkinhead came to town Spreading wisdom and cash around Fed the starving and housed the poor Showed the Vatican what gold's for
But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Oh my!
Peter Pumpkinhead pulled them all Emptied churches and shopping malls Where he spoke, it would raise the roof Peter Pumpkinhead told the truth
But he made too many enemies...
Peter Pumpkinhead put to shame Governments who would slur his name Plots and sex scandals failed outright Peter merely said Any kind of love is alright
But he made too many enemies...
Peter Pumpkinhead was too good Had him nailed to a chunk of wood He died grinning on live TV Hanging there he looked a lot like you And an awful lot like me!
But he made too many enemies...
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkin Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead Oh my oh my oh! Doesn't it make you want to cry oh?
The albums of Gloryhammer. They tell the story of how Angus Mcfife saves Dundee from the evil lord zargothrax in the first album. The next 3 albums are similar except there now saving space scotland.