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 And 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 And they blame it all on the lust for kicks 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 When she tells him lies
They're mad about each other Like a misplaced fix They're crazy about each other And they blame it all on the lust for kicks They blame it all on the lust for kicks They blame it all on the lust for kicks, kicks
On the lust for kicks On the lust for kicks On the lust for kicks On the lust for kicks On the, on the lust for kicks