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 (talking about me?)

I get no kick from Champagne

Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all

So tell me why should it be true, mmm, yeah

I get a kick out of you (me?)

Some may go from cocaine

I′m sure that if I took even one sniff

It would bore me terrifically too

Yet 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 don't 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

Yet I get a kick out of you

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

Yet I get a kick

You give me a whirl

I get a kick out of you

Get my kicks out of you