Gatsby's Restaurant

I got tired of New York City, of its sidewalks and its heat

So I got myself a great big horse and I rode him down the street

And then I hollered: Hi, ho, Silver, and: Get 'em up, Scout

But I suffered aggravation and a great humiliation

So I finally said I'd let the story out

You can't 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 floor

Twenty big Italians had me bent down on my knees

And I said: Oh, ouch, help Lord, and: Mama Mia, please

Well, he broke into a cantor down around ol' Times Square

And my cowboy boots and hat, I left them somewhere way back there

Then he stomped and reared and turned and bucked

And took off to the South

And I slid through Gatsby's Restaurant with his tail stuck in my mouth

But you can't 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 floor

Twenty big Italians had me bent down on my knees

And I said: Oh, ouch, help Lord, and: Mama Mia, please

Now, down at Gatsby's Restaurant, there's a picture hanging there

Of a petrified Italian with escargot in his hair

And there's a big, white horse rug lying by the door

And I'm washing dishes in the back and sweepin' up the floor

But you don't ride a big, white horse into the front of Gatsby's door

You don't call out: Hi, ho, Silver, as you scoot across the floor

Twenty big Italians had me bent down on my knees

And I cried: Oh, ouch, help Lord, and: Mama Mia, please