I got tired of New York City, of its sidewalks and its So I got myself a great big horse and I rode him down the And I hollered, "Hi, ho, Silver" and, "Get 'em up, Scout" But I aggravation and a great humiliation So I said 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 Twenty big Italians had me bent on my knees And I cried, "Oh, ouch, Lord" and, "Mama Mia, please"
Well, he into a cantor down around 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 through Restaurant with his tail stuck in my mouth
But you can't ride a big white horse into the front of Gatsby's You don't call out, "Hi, ho, Silver" as you 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 Restaurant, there's a picture hanging there Of a Italian with escargot in his hair And there's a big, white rug lying by the door And I'm washing dishes in the and sweepin' up the floor
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 the floor Twenty big Italians had me bent down on my And I cried, "Oh, ouch, Lord" and, "Mama Mia, please"