Billy Joel - Scenes From An Italian Restaurant - Sözleri

A bottle of white, 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 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, 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 good after 

So much time. 



I remember those days hanging out 

At the village 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 steadys 

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 Eddy 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 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 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 the pieces 

We always knew they would both 

Find a way to get by 

That's all I heard about 

Brenda nd Eddie 

Can't tell you more than I 

Told you already 

And here we are wavin' Brenda 

And Eddie goodbye. 



A bottle of red, aa bottle of white 

Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight 

I'll meet you anytime you want 

In our Italian Restaurant












		
			



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