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

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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 adoreme

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