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BILLY JOEL : Scenes from An Italian Restaurant lyrics

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BILLY JOEL lyrics : "Scenes from An Italian Restaurant"

A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
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 on your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want

In our Italian Restaurant.

Things are okay with me these days
I got a good job, I got a good office

I 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 village green

Engineer boots, leather jackets
And tight blue jeans
You drop a dime in the box

And 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 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
Sure that 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
But there we were wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye.

Well they got an apartment
With deep pile carpets

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 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
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

And 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.

Bottle of reds, ooo a bottle of whites
Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight

Meet you anytime you want
In our Italian Restaurant.

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