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  • (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 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.
  • (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 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.