Gatsby's Restaurant

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I got tired of New York City, of its sidewalks and its heat  
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So I got myself a great big horse and I rode him down the street  
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And then I hollered, hi, ho, Silver and, get 'em up, Scout  
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But I suffered aggravation and a great humiliation  
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So I finally said I'd let the story out  
 
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You can't ride a big white horse into the front of Gatsby's door  
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You can't call out, hi, ho, Silver as you scoot across the floor  
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Twenty big Italians had me bent down on my knees  
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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.  
 
Chorus  
 
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  
 
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