I Get A Kick Out Of You

I Get A Kick Out of You

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 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