Tell us about the boy from New York City.
Oo-ah
oo-ah
come on Kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City.
He's kinda tall
he's really fine
Someday I hope to make him mine
all mine.
And he's heat and oh
so sweet
And just the way he looked at me
Just swept me off my feet.
Oo-ee
you ought to come and see
How he walks and how he talks.
Oo-ah
oo-ah
oo-oo Kitty
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;
Oo-ee
say
you ought to come and see
His pretty bar and his brand new car.
Ev'ry time he says he loves me
Chills run down my spine
Ev'ry time he wants to kiss me
Oo - it makes me feel so fine.
Oo-ah
oo-ah
oo-oo Kitty
. . .
He can dance and make romance
That's when I fell in love with just one glance.
He was shot and so was I -
And now I know we'll never ever say good-bye.
Oo-ee
say
you ought to come and see
He's the most from coast to coast.
