My story is much too sad to be told
But practically everything
Leaves me totally cold


The only exception I know is the case
When I'm out on a quiet spree

Fighting vainly the old ennui

And I suddenly turn and see

Your fabulous face

I get no kick from champagne

Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you?


Some get a kick from cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff

That would bore me terrifically too
Yet I get a kick out of you


I get a kick every time I see
You standing there before me


I get a kick tho' it's clear to me
You obviously don't adore me


I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do

Yet I get a kick out of you

I get a kick every time I see

You standing there before me

I get a kick tho' it's clear to me

You obviously don't adore me

I get no kick in a plane

Flying too high with some guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yet I get a. . .

I get a. . .
I get a kick out of you