Writer(s): porter 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 c**aine ) ( 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