The Boy From New York City

Oooh, ah, oooh, ah, oooh, oooh, Kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City
Oooh, ah, oooh, ah, come on, Kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City.

He's kinda tall
He's really fine (Yeah, yeah)
Some day I hope to make him mine, all mine (Yeah, yeah).

And he's neat
And, oh, so sweet
And the way he looked at me just swept me off my feet (Yeah, yeah).

Ooohooohooo, eeeheee
You oughta come and see
How he walks (Yeah, yeah)
And how he talks
Get this.

Oooh, ah, oooh, ah, oooh, oooh, Kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City (Well, alright)
Oooh, ah, oooh, ah, come on, Kitty (Oh, yeaheah)
Tell us about the boy from New York City.

He's really down
And he's no clown (Yeah, yeah)
He has got the finest penthouse I've ever seen in town, yeah (Yeah, yeah).

And he's cute
In his mohair suit
And he keeps his pockets full of spending loot (Yeah, yeah).

Ooohooohooo, eeeheee, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, alright (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah).

Ev'ry time he says he loves me
Chills run down my spine
Ev'ry time he wants to kiss me
He makes me feel so fine.

Gee, that's him.

(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah).

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ohohohoho
Alright!
That's him.

He's the boy from New York City
And we call him Jill
Hey, hey, hey
Well, alright.

He's gonna take me to the ball and gonna make me a sunny day
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey.