Scenes From An Italian Kitchen

Billy Joel



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



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's fine

We lost touch long ago

You lost weight I did not know

You could ever look so good after

So much time.



I remember those days hanging out

At the village green

Engineer boots, leather jackets

And tight blue jeans

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 Eddy 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

Eddie could never afford to live that

Kind of life."

But there we were wavin' 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

They started to fight when the

Money got tight

And they just didn't count on

The tears.



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

We always knew they would both

Find a way to get by

That's all I heard about

Brenda and Eddie

Can't tell you more than I

Told you already

And here we are wavin' Brenda

And Eddie goodbye.



A bottle of red, a bottle of white

Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight

I'll meet you anytime you want

In our Italian Restaurant.









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