I got tired of New York City, of its and its heat So I got myself a great big and I rode him down the street And I hollered, "Hi, ho, Silver" and, "Get 'em up, Scout" But I suffered aggravation and a 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 down ol' Times Square And my cowboy boots and hat, I left them way back there he stomped and reared and turned and bucked And took off to the And I slid Gatsby's Restaurant with his tail stuck in my mouth
But you ride a big white horse into the front of Gatsby's door You don't call out, "Hi, ho, Silver" as you scoot across the 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 petrified Italian 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, horse into the front of Gatsby's door You call 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"