Billy Joel - Scenes from an Italian Restaurant (Official Music Video)

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,
mmm

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 is fine

Oh, lost touch long ago

You lost weight, I did
not know

You could ever look so nice
After so much time

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 the 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

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 their
marriage should 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

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

Yeah, rock and roll!

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 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 waving
Brenda and Eddie goodbye

Bottle of red, bottle
of white

Whatever kind of mood
you're in tonight

I'll meet you anytime
you want

In our Italian restaurant