Oo-wah Oo-wah cool cool Kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City
Oo-wah Oo-wah C'mon 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 neat, and oh so sweet
And just the way he looked at me swept me off my feet
Oo-oo-weee, you ought [bad word] and see
How he walks, and how he talks.

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-oo-wee, you ought [bad word] and see
His pretty bar, and his brand new car

Every time he says he loves me,
 [bad word] down my spine
Every time he wants to kiss me
Oo, he makes me feel so fi-i-ine.
(Oo-wah oo-wah etc.)

He can dance, and make romance
And that's when I fell in love with just one glance
He was shy, and so was I
And now I know we'll never ever say goodbye.
Oo-oo-wee, you ought [bad word] and see
He's the most, from coast to coast.