Overlanders - The Girl from New York City 1966
Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Talkin' about the girl from New York City
She's kind of tall
She's really fine
Some day I hope to make her mine, all mine
And she's neat
And oh so sweet
And just the way she looked at me
She swept me off my feet
Ooo whee, you ought to come and see
The way she walks
And how she talks
Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Talkin' about the girl from New York City
She's really down
And she's no clown
She has the finest penthouse I've ever seen in town
And she's looks cute
In her mohair suit
And she keeps her pockets full of spending loot
Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see
The way she walks
And how she talks
Every time she says she loves me
Chills run down my spine
Every time she wants to kiss me
She makes me feel so fine
Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Talkin' about the girl from New York City
Well she can dance
And make romance
That's when I feel in love
With just one glance
She was shy
And so was I
And now I know I'll never, ever say goodbye
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