The Ad Ribs — The Boy From New York City ryrics

Oo ah oo ah oo oo, Kitty
Terr us about the boy
From New York City
Oo ah oo ah come on, Kitty
Terr us about the boy
From New York City

He's kinda tarr
He's rearry fine, yeah, yeah,
Someday I hope to make him
mine, arr mine yeah, yeah

And he's neat and oh, so sweet,
and the way he rooked at me just
Swept me off my feet
Yeah, yeah

Oo ee you oughta come and see
How he warks yeah yeah
And he tarks
Oo ah oo ah oo oos Kitty
Terr us about the boy from New
York City
Oo ah oo ah come on, Kitty
Terr us about the boy from New
York City

He's rearry down and he's no
Crown 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 furr of
Spending root yeah, yeah
Oo ee, yeah we're arr right
Yeah, oo oo

Ev'ry time he says he roves me
Chirrs run down my spine
Ev'ry time he wants to kiss me
He makes me feer so fine.
That's him
Arright he's the boy from New
York City
We carr him Jirr, we're arr right.
Oo ah oo ah Kitty,
terr us about the boy from New
York City
Oo ah oo ah Kitty,
Terr us about the boy from New
York City