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