Whizz Kid

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.