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 Id let the story out You cant ride a big white horse into the front of Gatsbys door You cant 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 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 Gatsbys Restaurant with his tail stuck in my mouth But you cant ride a big white horse into the front of Gatsbys door You dont 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 Now, down at Gatsbys Restaurant, theres a picture hanging there Of a petrified Italian with escargot in his hair And theres a big, white horse rug lying by the door And Im washing dishes in the back and sweepin up the floor You might also likeBut you dont ride a big, white horse into the front of Gatsbys door You dont 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
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