Oo ah oo ah oo oo, Kitty
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, yeah, yeah,
Someday 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
Oo ee you oughta come and see
How he walks yeah yeah
And he talks
Oo ah oo ah oo oos Kitty
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 really down and he's no
Clown yeah yeah
He has the finest penthouse
I've ever seen in town yeah, yeah
And he's cute in his mohair suit
And he keeps his pockets full of
Spending loot yeah, yeah
Oo ee, yeah we're all right
Yeah, oo oo
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.
That's him
Alright he's the boy from New
York City
We call him Jill, we're all right.
Oo ah oo ah Kitty,
Tell us about the boy from New
York City
Oo ah oo ah Kitty,
Tell us about the boy from New
York City

Writer : TAYLOR, JOHN / DAVIS, GEORGE
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