Billy Joel - Scenes From An Italian Restaurant

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 Mmmmm... A bottle of red, a bottle of white It all depends upon your appetite I'll meet you anytime 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 villiage 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 Oh, oh, oh, oh... 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 waving Brenda and Eddie goodbye Oh, oh, oh, oh 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 But they started to fight when the money got tight And they just didn't count on the tears Oh, oh They lived for a while in 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 Oh, oh Brenda and Eddie had had it all ready 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 'cause I told you already And here we are wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye Oh, oh, oh, oh... 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