Boy From New York City The Ad Libs (#8 in 1965), Manhattan Transfer

    Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
    Tell us about the boy from New York City
    Ooo wah, ooo 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
Ooo whee, you ought to come and see
How he walks, And how he talks
 
    Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool 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
Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see
His dueling scar, And brand new car
 
Every time he says he loves me
Chills run down my spine
Every time he wants to kiss me
He makes me feel so fine

    Ooo wah, ooo 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 ro-)
And make romance (mance 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
Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see
He’s the most, From coast to coast
 
    Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
    Tell us about the boy from New York City
    Ooo wah, ooo wah c’mon kitty
    Tell us about the boy from New York City