I got tired of New City, of its sidewalks and its heat 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 and a great humiliation So I finally I'd let the story out
You ride a big white horse into the front of Gatsby's door You can't call out, "Hi, ho, Silver" as you scoot across the 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 somewhere way back Then he stomped and reared and and bucked And off to the South And I slid Gatsby's Restaurant with his tail stuck in my mouth
But you can'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 down on my And I cried, "Oh, ouch, Lord" and, "Mama Mia, please"
Now, down at Gatsby's Restaurant, there's a hanging there Of a petrified with escargot in his hair And there's a big, white horse rug lying by the And I'm washing dishes in the back and sweepin' up the
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 down on my knees And I cried, "Oh, ouch, Lord" and, "Mama Mia, please"