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(ian hunter) |
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Little whizz kid mystified me, she was a new york city beat |
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She came on flash - monster mash, motors in her feet |
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Now we moved out of manhattan to her home on the brooklyn heights |
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Her dad's a street punk and her mum's a drunk, but we made out alright |
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Far far from home, oh i felt so alone |
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Could not spin to the speed of the city |
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Oh send me my ticket, i'm too scared to stick |
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With my little whizz kid - such a pity |
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Now she really tried her hardest just to make me leave the band |
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She even hired a toy "rent-a-boy" straight from a times square stand |
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Oh thank you little whizz kid, but me and my friends gotta eat |
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So get back to school or the tying pool, just get yourself out on the street |
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Send you victorious, happy and glorious |
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You got the stardust, the sawdust, and the smile |
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Don't lose your sting, how i'd hate you to swing |
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Oh my little whizz kid you got such a style |
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She's a cute super sleeper, she don't dive in deeper |
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A natural leaper, she don't let people pass |
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Watch out for the auto-mite, quick or she's outta sight |
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Oh my whizz kid, you know you're such a gas |
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Such a gas. |
