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