Whizz Kid Lyrics - Singles - 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 typing 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 out of sight 

Oh my Whizz Kid 

You know you're such a gas 

Such a gas