Lyrics:
he's got his plastic sneakersShe's got her Robuck purseHe's got his butane flickerShe's got it worseCHORUSThey're crazy about each otherLike a misplaced fixThey're mad about each otherThey blame it all on the lust for kicksHe's got his own dumb waiterShe's reading one fell swoopHe gets around to it laterShe fills the scoopCHORUSHe's just a hit paraderShe's just a cycle rideHe likes to masquerade herAnd she tells him liesCHORUS--------------------------------------------------------------------------