Verse:

My story is much to 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

Then i suddenly turn and see

Your fabulous face

Chorus:

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 perfume from spain

I'm sure that if i took even one sniff

It would bore me terrifically too

But i get a kick out of you

( some like the bop-type refrain )

( i'm sure that if, i heard even one riff )

( it would bore me terrifically too )

( but i get a kick out of you )

( some they may go for 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 see, you obviously do not adore me

I get no kick in a plane

Flying too high with some gal in the sky

Is my idea of nothing to do

But i get a kick out of you


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