Karaoké Scenes from an Italian Restaurant Billy Joel

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, hmm

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

I got a new wife got a new life and the family is 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 the song about New Orleans

Cold beer, hot lights my sweet romantic teenage nights

Ooh ooh

Yeah yeah yeah ooh ooh ooh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

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

Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Brenda and Eddie were still going steady in the summer of seventy-five

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 wavin'

Brenda and Eddie goodbye

Oh oh, oh oh oh oh

Well 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

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh and rock n' roll

Oh oh, oh oh oh oh

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

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Brenda and Eddie had had it already by the summer of seventy-five

From the high to the low to the end of the show for the rest of their lives

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 'cos I told you already

And here we are wavin'

Brenda and Eddie goodbye

Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Yeah, yeah yeah bottle of reds?

Ooh, bottle of whites?

Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight

I'll meet you anytime you want in our Italian restaurant