Billy Joel - Scenes From An Italian Restaurant Lyrics
A bottle of white, a bottle of redPerhaps a bottle of rose insteadWe'll get a table near the streetIn our old familiar placeYou and I - Face to faceA bottle of red, a bottle of whiteIt all depends upon your appetiteI'll meet you any time you wantIn our Italian Restaurant.Things are okay with me these daysGot a good job, got a good officeGot a new wife, got a new lifeAnd the family's fineWe lost touch long agoYou lost weight I did not knowYou could ever look so good after so much timeI remember those days hanging out at the village greenEngineer boots, leather jackets and tight blue jeansDrop a dime in the box play the song about New OrleansCold beer, hot lightsMy sweet romantic teenage nightsBrenda and Eddie were the popular steadiesAnd the king and the queen of the promRiding around with the car top down and the radio onNobody looked any finerOr was more of a hit at the Parkway DinerWe never knew we could want more than that out of lifeSurely Brenda and Eddie would always know how to survive.Brenda and Eddie were still going steady in the summer of '75When they decided the marriage would be at the end of JulyEveryone 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 SearsA big waterbed that they bought with the bread they had saved for a couple of yearsThey started to fight when the money got tight and they just couldn't count on the tearsThey lived for a while in a very nice styleBut it's always the same in the endThey got a divorce as a matter of courseAnd they parted the closest of friendsThen the king and the queen went back to the greenBut you can never go back there again.Brenda and Eddie had had it already by the summer of '75From the high to the low to the end of the show for the rest of their livesThey couldn't go back to the greasersThe best they could do was pick up the piecesWe always knew they would both find a way to get byThat's all I heard about Brenda and EddieCan't tell you more than I told you alreadyAnd here we are wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbyeA bottle of red, a bottle of whiteWhatever kind of mood you're in tonightI'll meet you any time you wantIn our Italian Restaurant.
