I got tired of New York City, of its 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 suffered aggravation and a great So I finally said I'd let the out
You can'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 had me bent down on my knees And I cried, "Oh, ouch, Lord" and, "Mama Mia, please"
Well, he broke a cantor down around ol' Times Square And my cowboy boots and hat, I left them somewhere way back he stomped and reared and turned and bucked And took off to the And I slid through Gatsby's Restaurant with his tail stuck in my
But you can't ride a big white horse the front of Gatsby's door You don'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"
Now, down at Gatsby's Restaurant, there's a picture there 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 and sweepin' up the floor
But you don'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 on my knees And I cried, "Oh, ouch, Lord" and, "Mama Mia, please"