Whizz Kid

By Mott The Hoople
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Whizz Kid

Mott

(ian hunter)

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 & 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 & my friends gotta eat
So get back to school or the tying pool, just get yourself out on the street

Send you victorious, happy & glorious
You got the stardust, the sawdust, & 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.

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