He's got his plastic sneakers
   She's got her robuck purse
   He's got his butane flicker
   She's got it worse
  
   They're crazy about each other
   Like a misplaced fix
   They're mad about each other
   They blame it all on the lust for kicks
  
   He's got his own dumb waiter
   She's reading one fell swoop
   He gets around to it later
   She fills the scoop
  
   They're crazy about each other
   Like a misplaced fix
   They're mad about each other
   They blame it all on the lust for kicks
  
   He's just a hit parader
   She's just a cycle ride
   He likes to masquerade her
   And she tells him lies
  
   They're crazy about each other
   Like a misplaced fix
   They're mad about each other
   They blame it all on the lust for kicks