Send you victorious, happy and glorious
You know you're such a gas
But me and my friends gotta eat
Don't lose your sting, how I'd hate you to swing
Oh my little Whizz kid you got such a style
Could not spin to the speed of the city
With my little Whizz kid, such a pity
Just to make me leave the band
Far far from home, oh I felt so alone
A natural leaper
Quick or she's out of sight
Oh thank you little Whizz kid
So get back to school or the tying pool
Straight from a Times Square stand
She don't dive in deeper
But we made it out alright
She's a cute super sleeper
She don't let people pass
Watch out for the auto-mite
Oh, send me my ticket, I'm too scared to stick
She even hired a toy rent-a-boy
To her home on the Brooklyn Heights
Just get yourself out on the street
Monster mash, motors in her feet
Oh my Whizz kid
Now she really tried her hardest
She came on flash
You got the stardust, the sawdust, and the smile
Her dad's a street punk and her mum's a drunk
Now we moved out of Manhattan
