專輯：陌生人 (The Stranger)
歌曲：Scenes From An Italian
Restaurant (Live Version)
作詞：Billy Joel
作曲：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
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's fine
We 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
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
of the prom
And the king and queen
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 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 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 they 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
