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