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



[3 different verses for every song]



(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