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 it 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 out of sight

Oh my Whizz kid

You know you're such a gas

Such a gas