Mott The Hoople - Whizz Kid Lyrics
(ian hunter)Little whizz kid mystified me, she was a new york city beatShe came on flash - monster mash, motors in her feetNow we moved out of manhattan to her home on the brooklyn heightsHer dads a street punk and her mums a drunk, but we made out alrightFar far from home, oh I felt so aloneCould not spin to the speed of the cityOh send me my ticket, Im too scared to stickWith my little whizz kid - such a pityNow she really tried her hardest just to make me leave the bandShe even hired a toy rent-a-boy straight from a times square standOh thank you little whizz kid, but me and my friends gotta eatSo get back to school or the tying pool, just get yourself out on the streetSend you victorious, happy and gloriousYou got the stardust, the sawdust, and the smileDont lose your sting, how Id hate you to swingOh my little whizz kid you got such a styleShes a cute super sleeper, she dont dive in deeperA natural leaper, she dont let people passWatch out for the auto-mite, quick or shes outta sightOh my whizz kid, you know youre such a gasSuch a gas.
