My story is much to sad to be told
But practically everything leaves me totally cold
The only exception I know in this case
When I'm out in a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui Then 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 like the bop-type refrain
I'm sure that if, I heard even one riff
That would bore me terrifically too
But I get a kick out of you
: I get a kick every time I see
you standing there before me
I get a kick though it's clear to see,
you obviously don't adore me
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some gay in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yet I get a kick out of you :
