My story is much too sad to be told But practically everything leaves me totally cold The 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 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 get a kick from 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 me 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 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 You give me a boot, baby Yes, I get a kick out of you