Whizz Kid - Mott The Hoople

Little whizz kid mystified me, she was a New York City beat

She came on flash — monster mash, motors in her feet

Now we moved out of Manhattan to her home on the Brooklyn Heights

Her dad’s a street punk and her mum’s a drunk, but we made out alright

Far far from home, oh I felt so alone

Could not spin to the speed of the city

Oh send me my ticket, I’m too scared to stick

With my little whizz kid — such a pity

Now she really tried her hardest just to make me leave the band

She even hired a toy «rent-a-boy"straight from a Times Square stand

Oh thank you little whizz kid, but me and my friends gotta eat

So get back to school or the tying pool, just get yourself out on the street

Send you victorious, happy and glorious

You got the stardust, the sawdust, and the smile

Don’t lose your sting, how I’d hate you to swing

Oh my little whizz kid you got such a style

She’s a cute super sleeper, she don’t dive in deeper

A natural leaper, she don’t let people pass

Watch out for the auto-mite, quick or she’s outta sight

Oh my whizz kid, you know you’re such a gas

Such a gas.