Whizz Kid - Mott The Hoople

Little whizz kid mystified me, she was a New York City beat\nShe came on flash — monster mash, motors in her feet\nNow we moved out of Manhattan to her home on the Brooklyn Heights\nHer dad’s a street punk and her mum’s a drunk, but we made out alright\nFar far from home, oh I felt so alone\nCould not spin to the speed of the city\nOh send me my ticket, I’m too scared to stick\nWith my little whizz kid — such a pity\nNow she really tried her hardest just to make me leave the band\nShe even hired a toy «rent-a-boy"straight from a Times Square stand\nOh thank you little whizz kid, but me and my friends gotta eat\nSo get back to school or the tying pool, just get yourself out on the street\nSend you victorious, happy and glorious\nYou got the stardust, the sawdust, and the smile\nDon’t lose your sting, how I’d hate you to swing\nOh my little whizz kid you got such a style\nShe’s a cute super sleeper, she don’t dive in deeper\nA natural leaper, she don’t let people pass\nWatch out for the auto-mite, quick or she’s outta sight\nOh my whizz kid, you know you’re such a gas\nSuch a gas.