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Tell us about the boy from New York City
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Tell us about the boy from New York City

hes kinda tall
but not too kind
and I hope one day his money I can find
and hes neat
and oh, so sweat
until he shoots up drugs and hits the streets
Oh-weeee, you should come and see
the way he walks
and the way he talks

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Tell us about the boy from New York City

he gets around
all of the town
he has the finest drug-house Ive ever seen in town
watch him shoot
in his stolen suit
and he keeps his pockets full with stolen lute
oh-weee, you ought to come and see
His dueling scar
his stolen car

Everytime he says he wants me
chills run down my spine
everytime he wants to see me
I think that I might die, yeah
Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City

He can dance
with his gang who cant
thats when he told me that he was
wearing stolen pants

He was shot
and so was I
And now I know not to trust the gardning guy
oh-weee, you should come and see
my brand new coat
we stole from Mo's

Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City
Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City