I got tired of New York City, of its sidewalks and its So I got myself a big horse and I rode him down the street And I hollered, "Hi, ho, Silver" and, "Get 'em up, Scout" But I suffered aggravation and a great So I said I'd let the story out
You can't a big white horse into the front of Gatsby's door You can't out, "Hi, ho, Silver" as you scoot across 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 down around ol' Square And my cowboy boots and hat, I left them somewhere way back Then he stomped and and turned and bucked And off to the South And I slid through Gatsby's Restaurant his tail stuck in my mouth
But you can't ride a big white horse the front of Gatsby's door You don't call out, "Hi, ho, Silver" as you across the floor Twenty big Italians had me bent on my knees And I cried, "Oh, ouch, Lord" and, "Mama Mia, please"
Now, at Gatsby's Restaurant, there's a picture hanging there 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 and sweepin' up the floor
But you don't ride a big, white into the front of Gatsby's door You don't out, "Hi, ho, Silver" as you scoot across the floor Twenty big had me bent down on my knees And I cried, "Oh, ouch, Lord" and, "Mama Mia, please"