My story is much too sad to be tould

But practically everything leaves me totally could

The only exception I know is the case

When I'm out a quiet spree

Fighting vainly the old lennui

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 terrifically too

Yet I get a kick out of you

I get a kick every time I see

You obviously do not adore me

I get a kick every time I see

You obviously do not adore me

I get no kick in a plane

Flying too high with some guy in the sky

Is my idea of nothing to do

But I get a kick out of you I get a kick in a plane

Flying too high with some guy in the sky

Is my idea of nothing to do

But I get a kick out of you