I got tired of New City, of its sidewalks and its heat So I got myself a great big horse and I him down the street And I hollered, "Hi, ho, Silver" and, "Get 'em up, Scout" But I aggravation and a great humiliation So I finally I'd let the story out
You can't ride a big white into the front of Gatsby's door You can't out, "Hi, ho, Silver" as you scoot across the floor big Italians had me bent down on my knees And I cried, "Oh, ouch, Lord" and, "Mama Mia, please"
Well, he broke into a cantor around ol' Times Square And my cowboy boots and hat, I left them way back there Then he and reared and turned and bucked And off to the South And I slid through Gatsby's Restaurant with his tail stuck in my
But you can't a big white horse into the front of Gatsby's door You call out, "Hi, ho, Silver" as you scoot across the floor Twenty big Italians had me bent down on my And I cried, "Oh, ouch, Lord" and, "Mama Mia, please"
Now, down at Gatsby's Restaurant, there's a picture hanging Of a Italian with escargot in his hair And there's a big, white horse rug lying by the And I'm washing dishes in the back and sweepin' up the
But you don't ride a big, white horse into the front of door You call out, "Hi, ho, Silver" as you scoot across the floor Twenty big Italians had me bent on my knees And I cried, "Oh, ouch, Lord" and, "Mama Mia, please"