Scenes from an Italian Restaurant(Live in Moscow & Leningrad, Russia - July/August 1987) - Billy Joel

作词：Billy Joel

作曲：Billy Joel

Scenes from an italian restaurant

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 oooh

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

Got a good job

Got a good office

Got a new wife

Got a new life

And the family is 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'd drop a dime

in the box 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 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 parkwaydiner

We never knew we could want

more than that out of life

Surely 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

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

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

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 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

But we always knew they would

both find a way to get by

Oh

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

A bottle of red

And bottle of white

Whatever kind of mood

you're in tonight

I'll meet you anytime you want

In our italian restaurant