My story is much to sad to be toldBut practically everything leaves me totally coldThe only exception I know is the caseWhen I'm out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the oldennuiThen I suddenly turn and seeYour fabulous faceI get no kick from champagneMere alcohol doesn't thrill me at allSo tell me why should it be trueThat I get a kick out of youSome like the perfume from spainI'm sure that if I took even one sniffIt would bore me terrifically tooBut 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 meI get a kick though it's clear to see, you obviously donot adore meI get no kick in a planeFlying too high with some gal in the skyIs my idea of nothing to doBut I get a kick out of youThanks to thudord
