Tune: "Scenes from an Italian Restaurant" by Billy Joel

A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a platter of spoo instead
We'll get a table near the hub
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 Centauri restaurant

Things are okay with me these days
Got a new job, got a new office
Got a new wife, got a new life
And the galaxy's fine
Anna died long ago
She came back, I did not know
The dead could ever look so nice after so much time

Do you remember those nights hanging out at the Zocalo
Telepath gloves, flak jackets, and neon glow
See the Drazi in purple and green puttin' on a show
Cold beer, space fights
My sweet romantic B-5 nights

John and Delenn were in the middle again
And the king and the queen of the stars
Patrolling the beat in the White Star fleet from Centauri to Mars
Nobody looked any finer
Or was more of a hit at the Fresh Aire Diner
And we thought that maybe Delenn knew the meaning to life
Surely John and Delenn would always know how to survive

John and Delenn were more than best friends before 2275
When they decided Alliance would be the best way to survive
Everyone said they were crazy
"You know the Centauri are much too lazy
And Gaim would never consent to live that kind of life"
Oh, but there we were wavin' John and Delenn goodbye

Well, they got an apartment on Minbar to start with
With a view of the crystalline rock
A White Star to fly, Garibaldi to spy
And a bench where they'd sit down and talk
Someone started a fight with Centauri one night
And they just didn't count on the Drakh
(Call the Anla'Shok!)

Well they lived for a while in a very nice style
But it's always the same in the end
Twenty years had gone by, John was ready to die
And he partied with his closest friends
Then the king took a drive, he went back to B-5
But you can never go back there again

John and Delenn had it settled again before 2275
From the high to the low to the end of the show
For the rest of John's life
They couldn't go back to the station
The best they could do was a celebration
And we always knew that Delenn would surely get by
That's all I heard about John and Delenn
I told you before, I won't tell you again
And here we are wavin' John and Delenn 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 Centauri restaurant

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