To the music and lyrics of Without Me by Eminem
Two trust fund girls are lounging inside. (Repeat)
Guess who’s back, back again?
Gatz’s back, tell a friend.
Guess who’s back? Guess who’s back. (Repeat)
I’ve created a monster, ’cause nobody wants no James Gatz no more;
They want Gatsby, I’m chopped liver!
Well, if you want Gatsby, this is what I’ll give ya:
A little bit of jazz mixed with some hard liquor.
Some vodka that’ll jump start my heart quicker
than a shock when I get bombed in the Great War
by the Germans ‘cos I don’t know the Kaiser, see,
though in New York, I’m practi-cal-ly royalty. (Hey!)
I waited so long, for my Daisy.
Now I’m back, I’m on the attack and done with waiting.
I know that you got a man, Miss Daisy,
but your husband’s car problems hide his dating!
So the business calls won’t let me be
and let me be free, so let me see;
The government shut down all distilleries
so you can’t have a party without me!
So, come on! Pip Pip! Take a big sip.
Damn that, get on with it, there are sins to commit
and get ready, ’cause Old Sport I’m all done with begging;
I made a big fortune from alco-hol bootlegging!
(Chorus)
Now New York likes a big party
so everybody who’s bourgeoisie
feels they need a little controversy
and they’re drawn to grand ol’ Chez Gatsby!
I say this looks like a job for me
and everybody, just follows me
’cause they need a little, high society
and nobody throws a gig like Jay Gatsby!
Tom Buchanan, he’s always philanderin’.
Wilson services cars – while Myrtle gets servicin’.
They cheat their partners with no guilt un-
-’til someone comes along drivin’ and tyres screech!!!
Stories vary, the vision is scary.
Opinions swayed; George’s heart betrayed;
A pistol, re-venge to be repaid;
He shoots me in a dusk poolside raid!
And it’s a disaster, such a catastrophe
when you think that the driver was actually Daisy!
Shot in the back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na.
Nick’s my gent to run my funeral but still I’m gonna
continue on, telling my tale of my sins. I’m –
the centre of attention, back here to win her.
I’m interesting, no boasting or toasting;
Attracting Daisy’s my sole reason for hosting.
So sing, Klipspringer, please.
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me
Here in West Egg, my parties are free
A moment, dear gent, phone call for me?
(Chorus)
A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with Tom – that
big git – sayin’ I’m not legit, watch it!
Better deal with it, Daisy’s heart ain’t in it.
Only married you for your wealth, you bastard!
And parties? They’re over now I’ve got my Hottie
You Charleston dancing moochers all can owe me.
You don’t know me, you’re been told, let go!
It’s over, no interviews for journos!
Now you know, just watchin’ the signal;
Reaching out to the green light of my dear gal;
I’d been so, suspenseful with my info
and in the process turned myself into a symbol!
But sometimes the scene just seems,
everybody only wants to discuss me,
so this must mean I’m disgusting,
but it’s just me, I’m just Gatsby!
No, I’m not the first king of controversy;
(My mentor rigged the whole World Series)
I used the black market so selfishly
and used it to get myself wealthy.
Hey! There’s a concept that works;
Twenty million other bootleggers emerge
but no matter how many fish in the sea,
it’ll be so empty without me!
(Chorus)
