The Manhattan Transfer

Doom, doom, doom
Doom, doom, doom
Doom, doom, doom
(Oooh-wah, oooh-wah cool, cool Kitty)
(Tell us about the boy from New York City)
(Oooh-wah, oooh-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
(Yeah)
Oo-oh-ooh-whee
You ought to come and see
How he walks (yeah, yeah)
And how he talks (yeah, yeah)
(Oooh-wah, oooh-wah, 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 (yeah)
Oo-oh-ooh-whee
Say you ought to come and see
His dueling scar
And brand new car (yeah, yeah)