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 outta come and see
How he walks, yeah yeah
And how he talks
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 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
Everytime he says he loves me chills run down my spine
Everytime 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 alright
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
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC