Gatsby's Restaurant

Lyrics written by: Jennifer

I got tired of New York City
Of its sidewalks and its heat
So I got myself a big, white horse
And rode him down the street

And then I hollered heigh 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

Well, he broke into a cantor
Down around Old Time Square
My cowboy boots and hat
I left them somewhere way back there

And then he stomped and reared and turned and bucked
And took off to the south
And I slid in 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 don’t yell out heigh-ho, Silver
As you scoot across the floor

Twenty big Italians
Had me bent down on my knees
And I said oh and ouch and help me, Lord
And mama mia, please

Heigh, Silver!
Away!
Get ‘em up, Scout!
Whoo hoo!
Help!

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 a lying
Right there by the door
And I’m washing dishes in the back
And sweeping up the floor

Cause you don’t ride a big, white horse
Into the front of Gatsby’s door
You don’t sing out heigh-ho, Silver
As you scoot across the floor

Twenty big Italians
Had me bent down on my knees
And I said oh and ouch and help me, Lord
And mama mia, please

oh and ouch and help, Lord
And mama mia, please
Help.

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