(Ian Hunter)
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Little whizz kid mystified me, she was a New York City beat
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She came on flash - monster mash, motors in her feet
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Now we moved out of Manhattan to her home on the Brooklyn Heights
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Her dad's a street punk and her mum's a drunk, but we made out alright
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Far far from home, oh I felt so alone
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Could not spin to the speed of the city
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Oh send me my ticket, I'm too scared to stick
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With my little whizz kid - such a pity
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Now she really tried her hardest just to make me leave the band
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She even hired a toy "rent-a-boy" straight from a Times Square stand
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Oh thank you little whizz kid, but me and my friends gotta eat
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So get back to school or the tying pool, just get yourself out on the street
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Send you victorious, happy and glorious
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You got the stardust, the sawdust, and the smile
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Don't lose your sting, how I'd hate you to swing
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Oh my little whizz kid you got such a style
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She's a cute super sleeper, she don't dive in deeper
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A natural leaper, she don't let people pass
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Watch out for the auto-mite, quick or she's outta sight
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Oh my whizz kid, you know you're such a gas
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Such a gas.
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Whizz Kid
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Mott the Hoople |