I Get a Kick out of You

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

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

It 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 me

She obviously don't adore me

Some get a kick in the plane

Flying too high with some gal in the sky

My dear, that's nothing to do

Oh, but I get a kick out of you

I get a kick out of you

I get a kick out of you!