Gatsby's Restaurant lyrics

I got tired of New York City, of its sidewalks and its heatSo I got myself a great big horse and I rode him down the streetAnd then I hollered, hi, ho, Silver and, get 'em up, ScoutBut I suffered aggravation and a great humiliationSo I finally said I'd let the story outYou can't ride a big white horse into the front of Gatsby's doorYou can't call out, hi, ho, Silver as you scoot across the floorTwenty big Italians had me bent down on my kneesAnd I cried, oh, ouch, help Lord, and Mama mia, pleaseWell, he broke into a cantor down around ol' Times SquareAnd my cowboy boots and hat, I left them somewhere way back thereThen he stomped and reared and turned and bucked and took off to the SouthAnd 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 doorYou don't call out, hi, ho, Silver as you scoot across the floorTwenty big Italians had me bent down on my kneesAnd I cried, oh, ouch, help Lord, and Mama mia, pleaseN
ow, down at Gatsby's Restaurant, there's a picture hanging thereOf a petrified Italian with escargot in his hairAnd there's a big, white horse rug lying by the doorAnd I'm washing dishes in the back and sweepin' up the floorBut you don't ride a big, white horse into the front of Gatsby's doorYou don't call out, hi, ho, Silver as you scoot across the floorTwenty big Italians had me bent down on my kneesAnd I cried, oh, ouch, help Lord, and Mama mia, please