I got of New York City, of its sidewalks 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 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 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"
Well, he broke into a down around ol' Times Square And my cowboy boots and hat, I left them way back there 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 into the of Gatsby's door You don't call out, "Hi, ho, Silver" as you across the floor Twenty big Italians had me 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 Italian with escargot in his hair 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 ride a big, white horse into the front 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"