Текст песни Billy Joel - Scenes from an Italian Restaurant

A bottle of white, a bottle of redPerhaps a bottle of rose insteadWe'll get a table near the streetIn our old familiar placeYou and I - face to faceA bottle of red, a bottle of whiteIt all depends on your appetiteI'll meet you any time you wantIn our Italian RestaurantThings are okay with me these daysGot a good job, got a good officeGot a new wife, got a new lifeAnd the family's fineWe lost touch long agoYou lost weight I did not knowYou could ever look so nice After so much timeDo you remember those days hanging outAt the village green?Engineer boots, leather jacketsAnd tight blue jeansDrop a dime in the box Play the song about New OrleansCold beer, hot lightsMy sweet romantic teenage nightsBrenda and Eddie Were the popular steadiesAnd the king and the queenOf the promRiding around with the car top downAnd the radio onNobody looked any finerOr was more of a hit At the Parkway DinerWe never knew we could want moreThan that out of lifeSurely Brenda and Eddie wouldAlways know how to surviveBrenda and Eddy Were still going steady in the summer of '75When they decided the marriage would beAt the end of July

Everyone said they were crazy"Brenda you know you're much too lazyEddie could never afford to live That kind of life."But there we were wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbyeThey got an apartment With deep pile carpetAnd a couple of paintings from SearsA big waterbed That they bought with the breadThey had saved for a couple of yearsThey started to fight When the money got tightAnd they just didn't count on the tearsThey lived for a while In a very nice styleBut it's always the same in the endThey got a divorce as a matter of courseAnd they parted the closest of friendsThen the king and the queen Went back to the greenBut you can never go back there againBrenda and Eddie Had had it aready by the summer of '75From the high to the low To the end of the showFor the rest of their livesThey couldn't go back to the greasersThe best they could do Was pick up their piecesWe always knew they would bothFind a way to get byThat's all I heard aboutBrenda and EddieCan't tell you more Than I told you alreadyAnd here we are wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbyeA bottle of red, a bottle of whiteWhatever kind of mood you're in tonightI'll meet you anytime you wantIn our Italian Restaurant
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