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