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 Standing there before me I get a kick, though, it's clear to see She obviously, don't adore me Some get a kick in a plane Flying too high with some girl in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do Oh, but I get a kick out of you Ooh, I get a kick out of you I get a kick out of you