Ah hah hah...
Oh yeah-eah
He's kinda tall
He's really fine
Someday I hope to
make him mine,
all mine
And he's neat
and oh
so sweet
And the way
he looked at me
swept me off
my feet
Oo-oo-oo-ee-ee
You ought to
come and see
How he walks
and how he talks
Uh huh huh
Well alright
Oh yeah-eah
He's really down
and he's no clown
He's got the finest
penthouse I've ever
seen in town
And he's cute
in his mohair suit
And he keeps
his pockets full
of spending loot
Oo-oo-oo-ee-ee
Yeah-eah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Well alright
Oh oh
Oh hoh...
Every time
he says he loves me
chills run down
my spine
And every time
he wants to kiss me
it makes me feel
so fi-i-ine
That's him!
Well alright
That's great
He's the boy from
New York City and
I call him Jim
Hey hey hey
Well alright
He's gonna take me
for a ride through
the park on the
next sunny day