The Boy from New York City

Ooh wah, ooh wah cool, cool kitty
 Tell us about the boy from New York City
 Ooh wah, ooh wah c'mon kitty
 Tell us about the boy from New York City
 He's kind of tall
 He's really fine
 Some day I hope to make him mine, all mine
 And he's neat
 And oh so sweet
 And just the way he looked at me
 He swept me off my feet
 Ooh whee, you ought to come and see
 How he walks
 And how he talks
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 Tell us about the boy from New York City
 He's really down
 And he's no clown
 He has the finest penthouse I've ever seen in town
 And he's cute
 In his mohair suit
 And he keeps his pockets full of spending loot
 Ooh whee, say you ought to come and see
 His his new guitar
 And brand new car
 Every time he says he loves me
 Chills run down my spine
 Every time he says he'll miss me
 He makes me feel so fine
 Ooh wah, ooh wah cool, cool kitty
 Tell us about the boy from New York City
 Well he can dance (He can dance, take a chance with a little)
 And make romance (Romance baby, cause he's a looker)
 That's when I feel in love
 With just one glance (He's sweet talking and cool)
 He was shy
 And so was I
 And now I know I'll never, ever say goodbye
 Ooh whee, say you ought to come and see
 He's the most
 From coast to coast
 Ooh wah, ooh wah cool, cool kitty
 Tell us about the boy from New York City
 Ooh wah, ooh wah c'mon kitty
 Tell us about the boy from New York City