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 they may go for Coc*ine

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 coc*ine )

( 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 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

But I get a kick out of you