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Mott The Hoople Mott 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. |
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