I got tired of New York City, of its sidewalks and its 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 suffered aggravation and a humiliation So I finally said I'd let the out
You can't ride a big horse into the front of Gatsby's door You can't call out, "Hi, ho, Silver" as you scoot the floor Twenty big 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 and hat, I left them somewhere way back there Then he stomped and reared and turned and And took off to the 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 don't call out, "Hi, ho, Silver" as you across the floor big Italians had me bent down on my knees And I cried, "Oh, ouch, Lord" and, "Mama Mia, please"
Now, down at Gatsby's Restaurant, there's a hanging there Of a petrified Italian with escargot in his And there's a big, horse rug lying by the door And I'm dishes in the back and sweepin' up the floor
But you don't ride a big, white horse into the of Gatsby's 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"