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Scenes From An Italian Restaurant- Billy Joel

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Album: The Stranger (1977)
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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.
Mm-hmm.
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,
I got a good job,
I got a good office.
I got a new wife,
I got a new life,
And the family's fine.
Oh, 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?
Oh, you drop a dime in the box,
Play a song about New Orleans.
Cold beer, hot nights,
My sweet romantic teenage nights.
........
(Yeah)
........
Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhh,
Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhh,
Brenda and Eddie,
Were the popular steadys,
And the king and the queen at 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,
And we never knew we could want
More than that out of life.
Surely, Brenda and Eddie,
Would always know how to survive.

Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhh,
Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhh,
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."
Oh, but there we were waving,
Brenda and Eddie goodbye.

Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhh,
Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhh,
Well they got an apartment,
With deep pile carpets,
And a couple of paintings from Sears.
A big water bed,
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.

Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhh,
Yeah, rock and roll!
.........
Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhh,
Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhh,
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.
Noooo ohhhh

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 their pieces,
We always knew they would both
Find a way to get by.

Oh, and that's all I heard
About Brenda and Eddie.
Can't tell you more,
'Cause I told you already.
And here we are waving,
Brenda and Eddie goodbye.
Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhh,
Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhh,
Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhh,
...........
Yeah, yeah, yeah
...........
A bottle of reds,
Oooh,
A bottle of whites,
Whatever kinda mood
You're in tonight.
I'll meet you anytime you want,
In our Italian Restaurant.
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*End*
What is your favorite Italian Restaurant?