My story is much too sad to be told
But practically everything leaves me totally cold
The only exception I know is the case
Where 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
So 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
That would bore me terrific’ly too
Oh baby, I get a kick out of you
I get a kick everytime I see
You’re standing there before me
I get a kick though it’s clear to me
You obviously don’t adore me, yes
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some girl in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yeah baby, I get a kick out of you
Yes, I get a kick everytime I see you
Standing there before me
Baby, I get a kick though it’s clear to me
You obviously, ah, don’t adore me
Mama, I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some girl in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yeah baby, I get a kick
Mama, I get a boot
I get a kick, (scat) you
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