l*** for Kicks Lyrics

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 l*** 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
he's just a hit parader
she's just a cycle ride
he likes to masquerade her
and she tells him lies