Horses are for the old
Fancy cars are for the new
I am from East Egg
With big parties I throw
With many people there
I just wait for that one guest
That one special guest I haven’t seen in 5 years
That guest that lives across the water from me
With the green light shining so bright on the dock of her house
I don’t want you to get a wrong idea of me
I am not a creep
From all these stories you hear
Hey old sport don’t believe everything you hear 
The war came around
That’s where all the rumors started
Did you hear?
I killed a man?
hear I was a spy?
Just believe me
Hey old sport it is me, Gatsby